PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

My urge to create is so great,

That I lose track of time,

Sometimes unable, I wander in moments,

That will be lived in future pretences.

Each idea that emerges is a flame,

That burns uncontrollably, without direction,

And in the rush to shape it into words,

The present slips away, becoming mere illusion.

I wander in scenarios that do not exist,

In dialogues that will never be spoken,

And as time dissolves into the air,

I create worlds where I get lost, never to be found.

These futures I imagine, so real in my mind,

End up being shadows, latent pretences,

But still, I continue to create,

For it is in imagination that I find my home.

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