At times, I close my eyes
and try to use
my imagination.
What do I want?
What makes me happy?
What world would I like to live in?
up,
But, too soon, time is
And I must return to
my reality.
Author notes
Just a random few lines. It's crappy, but it gets the point across, I figure.
Comments
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I like the physical shape of this poem. Particularly the last three lines where imagination has to shrink itself back into reality like going down a funnel. I don't know if you need the extra blank lines though. More like this:
up,
But, too soon, time is
And I must return to
my reality.
So it goes down the funnel quicker. Just my two cents. Nice poem.

