35. Imagination

Open a book and look at the text;
Bewitched, images form my world.
Adventure, romance and action...
The dialogue continues with baited breath.
A distraction, crumbles my world
And reality takes hold.
Looking out of the window, raindrops fall...
The odd leaf falls; balancing on air
Down, down until it rests.
The steam collects on the window, as I breathe...
And condensation drips on down, down the window pane...

What control's the mind?
To escape the shackles of confinement.
Drift into the light of darkness, immense space...
Are we in control? I ask myself.
And where do we cross the line?