by Edan Wright

Created on: December 23, 2011

I invite you to a place where all my thoughts are mine,
Where nothing's what it seems,
and dreams are not unkind.
Where your hopes are yours to find.
Where the rules are limber, and fall like timber.
A keep where all my secrets weep...
Here is where I'm left to me,
left to my uncertainty.
Let me take you to a place where nothings what it seems,
And all the lefts you thought were rights are really ups and downs.
Where time stands still and bends at will,
and worries stay unfulfilled.
A keep where all my thoughts are safe,
from scrutiny by there mistake.
A wonderland I wonder,
for all the things I ponder,
for desires of the brain,
for the easement of your pain.
I invite you to a place where all my thoughts are mine.

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