When the fragment of imagination,
When it brings on a face, an animation,
The lifeless enlivened. I like it.
When it feels lonely,scared,
When I look at people close, closed,
The pillow hug. I like it.
When wanting to be wished,
When no one does, can't be obliged,
The bird calls. I like it.
When overthrown by joy, feeling blessed,
When I cannot share it, though obsessed,
The walls listen. I like it.
Mind is a beautiful thing of matter,
Yet of substance and soul.