…let me start at the beginning…

As a child my imagination grew,
I grew up as an only child born,
Though I truly do not bear my parents any scorn,
They made their decisions, some good, some bad,
We had our problems, some that made us all very sad…

Because of these decisions, I imagined a life quite different,
I “day-dreamed” too much said most of my teachers,
I was, in my mind, quite powerful, though my body was quite frail,
I dreamed of being a part of a master race,
Always rich, always feared, but when I tried, I could never keep pace…

I grew to “semi-adulthood”, as my body grew but my mind did not,
A childhood mind I always had till forced to realize it with therapy I got,
Three years, 14 days & 9 hours of my life locked away,
Lose of freedom did not bother me as my imagination did intact stay…

I did grow up, but needed to do so more,
So as time passed after my “vacation” under the boot of the NJDOC*,
I actually grew older & finally “up”,
Though I still imagined all the good,
All the best things, all the things if I were rich,
The cars, homes, motorhomes, & boats, (always boats)
All mine, all fine, all STILL on my mind…

I go to my “precious room” quite often still,
I can lie in bed in the dark and “day” dream,
All I never had nor will likely ever have,
As it relaxes my mind, keeps away stress,
Allows me to go to sleep with happy thoughts,
And awaken the next day feeling refreshed,
Yes, my “PRECIOUS ROOM” is always with me & a part of me…
© -ed- 1/29/16

*New Jersey Department of Corrections*