In my mind

The room is crowded

Flowers are so colorful

That I wink to behold them

The sun is brighter than many flashlights on my eyes.

I can’t sit here and listen

To your boring show

When I have a call within me

Listening to the song tingling my ears.

Within my mind I remember;

The past, the present and the future.

I tell my story and amuse myself

As I am made to do.