Some may call it a leaf
Others a bunch of lines
I call it my thoughts
Line by line words after words,
Spontaneous punctuation marks
Life lessons, my dark secrets, my paper
Paper can be found all over my room
It's my escape from life
It’s were imagination takes over
And the room dissolves around me
And my pencil becomes my mouth
Telling everyone about my isolated
Place in paradise. Telling of the life
I want and the life i have
My most wonderful meaningful item,
Just happens to be a piece of paper
Blank for all my thoughts of the day
Where my imagination can run free
Through mountains and valleys
That i conger up
In my small but such big brain