Whether you know about it,
What it is to feel like,
Driving crazy when on,
With the feel of creating,
And traversing in the world,
Of my own creations.
Feeling high,
Living every moment,
As i have dreamt of,
Full fantasy,
With stars shinning,
Above my head,
The moon giving,
Its warm serene light,
Making my imaginary world,
More than i have pictured in my mind.
06/10/2009
Winnie Angel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/traversing/
