In my imagination
I do things very well,
transcending limitations
oh the tales I could tell.
Everything goes down just right
mistakes are never made,
the perfect way of handling things
is my stock and trade.
My head's up in the clouds
my eye will catch a star,
pieces falling into place
and I'll be going far.
It's rest and recreation
for my ego bruised and sore,
a place to take a load off
I go there more and more.
by Robert Quinn
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