Living In The Mind's Cage

21.

Rows upon rows,
You have no idea where they came from, and no one else knows,
They are things you love most of all,
You can keep yourself with them, and have a ball,

Rows upon rows,
It's open to you, for until you want it closed,
Its the thing that makes you smile,
The thing you'd do anything for, to just stay a while,

Rows upon rows,
Of the thing that makes you buzz,
With excitement from having it, that's all there was,

Rows upon rows,
Nothing else, can compare,
You can be lost in them, and be less aware,

Rows upon rows,
Of a good time,
It's so fun and time consuming, it makes me rhyme,

Rows upon rows,
Of this beautiful thing,
So serene, it makes you want to sing,

Rows upon rows,
That has your favorite smell,
Because you know it, oh so well,

Rows upon rows,
Of the beautiful sounds,
Makes you feel like there is no bounds,

Rows upon rows,
Of the thing that gives you calm,
They can be small, it can fit in your palm,

Rows upon rows,
Of this thing you hold dear,
You sometimes rather stay there, year after year,

Rows upon rows,
Of this thing you have imagined,
But when this poem ends, you shall be saddened,

Because these rows, can be considered, many different things,
Many little objects, can have different feelings, that they bring,

I know you have pictured a few different things,
One of them could have been a sound with pings,

I'm not going to tell you my lulling scenes,
But I'm sure you pictured at least one of them, with a stream,

I'm not going to tell you the objects that I hold dear,
Because that has already passed, I don't need more tears,

I'm not going to tell you the object with my favorite smell,
Because only I would know it, oh so well,

I'm not going to tell you the objects and places that are mine,
Because they're special to me, they're the ones that make me rhyme,

I can't tell you, any of the things,
Because you can't feel my feelings that they bring,

You still have your own things that no one else can get,
Unless you shared your place or thing with someone that you let,

You have those things in mind, while they're slowly slipping away, But just realize, you always have them to remember each and every day.

A/N: I figured I'd try to switch it up a bit, get some nostalgia with this poem. Tell me if I should try to do this a little more often. Possibly another short story poem again? Who knows, tell me of any errors, if you want to you can comment what objects and places you had, otherwise keep it to yourself. So when other people read, they don't get swayed by comments. But I'm trying not to be so depressing than my usual poems, so hopefully this was a good little change. Sorry updates are slower, I'm just trying to get back on track with this book, finding motivation and all. But I'll try to update soon. Until then.

~~RDP~~