Of Such Things We Dream

I wrote a story once
About a childhood of one
It helped explain this imagination
That has chased me all my life
I have never allowed it to settle
As if I had a choice
I feel constantly in flux
Between one thought and
The next, no end in sight
As long as I keep moving
I feel hope survives . . .
My heart pumps words
I feel them flowing through
Veins of unknown destination
There is so much that needs saying
The words seem always to escape me
But I hunt them down
I am a cat living in all nine worlds
At the same time

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