Reaching For Mind Relics Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering through miles of visions, not focusing
on any right now.
Enjoying the silence of a peaceful interior
existence, no one interrupting my subconsciousness
so I'm in heaven.
Lovely sights as I pass by them all on a journey
of my own, searching for the relics of my mind.
Thinking of all the inventions being held closely
in, not sharing them yet, with anyone else.
Knowing now, how to help the poor and do away with
food stamps at the same time.
Not creating any disturbance at all in doing so.
A wonderfully great idea that has never been thought
of until I found the solution.
Always on the verge of another idea to solve so
many other problems of the world.
Never lacking for any sort of solution to problems
I encounter.
A feeling of euphoric peace, feeling elated at the
source of my ingenuity.