I am amused by my own cleverness~by these random thoughts turned into prose
Don’t stifle the drama and melancholy~holy words and yet perverse
I am amused by my own narcissism~by my ego that becomes a believer in…me?
Don’t make me stop and seek something else~for this is all I have, words to write, down in your soul.
I am amused by my own creative genius~by the gift I am to the literary world
Don’t tell me I’m wrong and it’s just not so~that I imagine these things, pull them out of the blue.
Make believe land is the place I call home because whatever I think~it has to be true!