It’s like a switch has been turned on
And you can see the room
That’s always been there
But somehow, you’ve never seen it;
Or couldn’t find it
Because you’ve built a wall
Of rationalism and experience
And locked the dreams,
The untamed fantasies,
Disruptive beings;
Locked them away
So you could function.
The way that people think they should.
And now you see them
And they love you
They hold you in a tight embrace
They swirl around you, give you meaning
Give you a reason to exist.
This is the room, this is your happy.
Make sure to never loose the key.
© Margarita Sukach 2024-01-12