An Imaginary Life. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

I’m fascinated by the scope of my imagination
I open up my mind so much, I’m filled with trepidation,
I think of countries far away, even ones that don’t exist
Or replay life, like a DVD, reliving what I’ve missed.

Fast forward takes me to a time, one that I count my own
I’m the star in my latest dream and although I’m all alone,
Everyone is played by me but I never know the end
Until I waken from this sleep, dreams are my best friend.

Sometimes though, when dreams are bad, I wake up in the night
Full of fear and sweating hard, shouting out in fright,
A nightmare, the blackest dream, where darkness captures me
I scream and bawl in the hope someone, will come and set me free.

Daytime is another act, a different kind of play
I write a story based on me, each and every day.
My mind is a blank canvas and like an artist yet to paint
I sketch the story in my head with pencil, very feint.

I’ll put in colours very bold, so vivid, loud and bright
My name will soon be known to all, immortalized in lights,
I’ll tell the greatest story, ever told to any man
And hardened critics beg of me, to let them be a fan.