Spoken Thought
Location
Focus.
Stop.
Think.
Escape.
The World fades.
I implode.
A sensory overload, only within the mind
The place where privacy is unconditional
No cost; not a dime
My sweet escape
My sanctuary
Where music meets moving pictures that are all original
I can compose, I can direct, I can change what I want
With just.
One.
Blink.
I turn the channel in my mind
My own picture show
Front row, forget the box seats
I choose to be near the stage
And I choose to watch
My actors; characters with emotion
Friends in my mind
I don’t use an outline
It plays on and on
Pausing only for what droll logic my mind has to think
There’s barely room for rational thought
Why should there be when I can replace realism with surrealism?
I’d get lost in a Miró any day of the year
So lost there’d be no finding me
So lost it’d seem reality
Was what my mind was actually
Sinking in
Taking in
No one could find me
But could they relate?
I feel distant
So gone
Time stops
So I doubt they could unless they were a space cadet
Ready to travel to my outer-experience-space
It’s dangerous to go alone
They’d need to come in groups
Because in my mind they’d see where the real wild things are
And be stunned by my inspiration
A blank canvas
Symbolic of potential and capacity
A smell
I just escaped to a world of delicacies
A sound
A sound…
Your voice.
Escape.
Think.
Stop.
Focus.
You were talking
I was listening
And you just inspired me.