thinking

I always like thinking best;

I dream- it’s what I do.

I create mountains,

and hills,

and rivers,

and cities,

ecosystems,

moons,

species.

And yet,

for every

place

planet

person

I create,

I wonder-

How long until I am trapped in my mind?

When I think,

and dream

and run from reality

I am lost to this world-

is the object in front of me real

or is the place in my mind?

I like that place so much more than here.