If you thought you had seen the future
Would you tell anyone?
If you dreamt of boundless happiness
Would you believe it’s possible?
The comfort of a warm bed on a cold evening
The answer to an SOS
The joy of discovery
The safety of belonging;
This feeling makes a scientist a poet.
It bubbles within, uncertain of it’s existence.
The journey I take in my mind
I wish to take in reality
Occasionally apprehensive that if imagination was pushed
It may crack.
Meanwhile, nourished by fantasy,
My withered heart blooms pretty pink
A new Spring is born.
The urge to sing out loud
Would burst my lungs if I don’t indulge.
When the fisherman feels the tug
Who is hooked?
No other fish will do for this
Old Man and the Sea.
Every instant is for jumping off
Expecting to fly
Am I wise in waiting to make sure
I do indeed have wings?
It’s all in the mind.
Nothing is real.
I will enjoy this play
In my Mind-Theatre.