I possess the unconscious consciousness
I live in the uninhabited world of the subconscious mind
I am a thought, an idea and the inner working of an imaginative mind
I spend most of my time popping in and out of consciousness
I think, yes, I think for the conscious mind
I make up stuff to keep you occupied
I am always busy moulding your next thought, your next move
I am the laundry and the refinery of every thought process
I create new ideas and drag you through your fantasy world
I store countless pieces of your memory
I am the seeker, illuminator and the life
I am the image inside your imagination
I am the fabric of creation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written poem.
Hi Michael...thank you very much for your comment.