A Living World Lives In Me - Poem by Patti Masterman
A living world lives in me,
It's alive; I invest it with my energy,
Through thoughts and memories
It lives for free-
And only dies, when death takes me.
Our mental world's a secret place;
Retreat, we fill up with our grace,
Where the best imagined leaves its trace,
As we run our daily race-
And leaves a vestige, on the face.
Build a world where you can stay,
For a lifetime, or a day;
A place to take you far away,
Where your hopes and fears remain-
And your living world, contain.
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