For all my favorite authors
I used to think I was blessed
With this pounding in my chest
But that was before I realized
The fantasies I could fantasize
Some days between the lines of my favorite book
Other days when I splashed in a brook
Sometimes the work slipped away
As my pencil began to find its way across the page
Beginning a piece of artistry
Of beautiful impossible realities
A tapestry
Of possibilities
This is our blessing
To be imagining
Our only limits are what we can dream
And we can push farther than it seems
I begin to empathize these different plots
Without a thought
It's a new setting day
It's a new outlook without delay
My mind creates possible outcomes
Maybe he'll be the sum
Of all of their toils
And maybe she'll be loyal
Whatever can happen in your mind
You'll soon find
