Imagination

Every now and then I take a trip.
A trip to an unknown land.
In the field I do a flip.
I then journey through the sand.
Mysterious it was for the commom folk.
Encouraging my thoughts to run wild.
It is a place I often lurk.
It is no place for a child.
I run, I skip, I walk though the storm, not knowing where it goes.
It is a peculiar place I do adore.
The stories does it show.
No one knows this place of mine.
No one knows where it has been hidden.
But in all its glory, does it shine.
It is a land that is forbidden.
I climb up the tallest mountain just to see the sky.
I sink below the deepest ocean, the bottom in which I reside.
No one can judge me from way down there.
No one can hurt me as i sore through the air.
No one can tell me that I am wrong.
This is the place i have stayed for so long.
In this place, you shall never leave.
Not even challenged by the source in which you lead.
It is common to trace what is good and bad.
Easy to determain whether you are happy or sad.
I will never dissapear from this valley of mine.
This is the place where i can shine.