vast mysterious imagination grand
grinds into existence from words
new life
the mind makes worlds
because someone willed them so
work upon my willing
building tales great and wild
taking up space
filling all the hours
that I wait
but never did I ideate
that it would take so long
to find one who'd join me here
and make of life a song
but I will not leave yet
for I hear humming in the distance
and the tread of feet
upon the clouds
the firmament for my castle in the air
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