Why do I never get bored, you ask?

Why do I never get cold?

Why is my mind a safe haven for me?

Why does my youth never get old?

Because I can daydream,

And I can escape

To the infinite plains

Of my mental landscape.

And all who try to punish me

Will never succeed in their task.

For my mind is too big a power for them.

In this glory—my daydreams— I bask.

 

 

There are some things I never tell anyone.

There are some things that no-one should know,

Like the dreams that go on inside my head

Which are exclusively for me, so

I may utilize

The many dreams

Inside my head

So they work for me.

I see myself

Indestructible

For always I can escape

To the plains that only roll for me

Inside my Mental Landscape.

 

Often times I wonder if I will ever escape

From the conditional wonder I’ve come to know

As my Mental Landscape.

Because, now it

Before my eyes,

Takes on a life of its own,

And changes,so quickly, by and bye

With nothing but nothing to mourn.

And I wonder if I

Am becoming a slave

To the dreams that dance

On my own stage.

But, still this is my little secret:

The life of my Mental Landscape.

 

So, I entertain

My fantasies.

For I know what they are, I know what they do,

I know that they can damage me.

But I don't care;

I use them well

To save me from all the mundane.

And I call them my umbrella

Because they save me from the rain.

Though I know it is wrong,

And I know that I should,

I never want to escape

From the hideous beauty inside my head

That is my Mental Landscape.