Mental Wandering

Often off mentally wandering everywhere...

When I’m feeling down, when I’m feeling blue,
I pick up my pencil, then what do I do?
I think and I think and I let my mind wander,
Until I have traveled to places out yonder.
I sing with the birds on exotic Mount Fuji.
I dance with the wind on the savannah’s vast prairie.
I go places where humans can neither run nor hide.
All the while by the rules of this land I abide.
Though when I strut down the street, people gape all in wonder,
Because it was I that created this world of splendor
With a pen and a page, both stronger than swords,
I formed this fine world with nothing but words.

The End

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