Ideas in the
head so great,
Quietened by the
world,
Is that really
the reason?
Or is it just
uncertainty.
Every time she
comes up with it,
The world
doesn’t understand,
She can’t
explain what she pictures,
For she knows
that they won’t perceive.
The ones who do,
She adores them
–respects them.
She is no normal
girl,
There is a lot
of grey matter in her mind,
It is deep
hidden,
And can be seen
by only those who explore.
The histories
and mysteries
All trapped
inside.
There is a fire
that sparks up,
And dies down,
The balance of
the extremes,
All in her head.