My secret Spell

There was a time in my life when my imagination was free to run as it wished, but then I grew older and the world frowned upon it. It also had gotten so bad that I would stay up into the wee early hours of the morning just imagining. So to regulate my imagination I started repeating words to myself to come back to reality and focus on what I needed to. Then I started organizing those mutterings and it became my secret little spell.