Of The Minds of Men and Women

I stand, alone.

Here, with no path to expression, 

no world through which I can escape.

I am a man, trapped.

But memory surves.

I am not alone.

I have with me the power to create worlds,

To move mountians.

For within me lies a gift, 

one that without which I would not exist.

I am unique, human, and powerful

I was given the gift of imagination.

And with my gift, I can conquer my foes, 

free myself from the prison in which I reside.

For what a glorious prison it is!

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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