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