The Ability To Imagine Poem by Robert Beksinski

I'm not interested in reality

I'm only interested in the make believe

Stories are what I thrive on

Stories everywhere

Fiction runs in my blood

It even invades my dreams

This however is what I expect

Without stories, without creativity

Without artistic expression, without imagination

Life would be meaningless

So I close my eyes

And suddenly I am being fed grapes in Italy

Seated at a large wooden table

Alongside a rural family in the countryside

Or discussing fine cuisine with Hemingway

Watching people walk by at a French cafe

Even walking on the stars

Whenever I want to experience

The wonders of the world

I just simply close my eyes