Spontaneous- a collection of poems

Alone, at times

As the lights

go off

my thoughts

come to life

as I imagine

every circumstance,

every moment

of the future,

When the windows

are closed

and the doors

remain shut

and I am away

from thieving eyes,

I look at the mirror

my reflection

placid and still.

I see

no flaws, no imperfections

just myself.

My ideas

loosely floating by.

But as the clock chimes,

reflections turn

to dust,

doors and windows

swerve open

and the lights flicker.

This all puts me back,

blending my

masterpiece of thoughts

with other, mundane ones.