Aa Harvey

The Endless Poem : Part Three

Through endless doors, I discover a way into the past, or the future.
Inside a prison of the mind, I have a key which lets my thoughts escape.
No one person can control me, with their rules, for they are not my minds ruler.
My thoughts are my own and I feel at home in my own head; I would like it if you could tell me of your favourite place...

My favorite place is in the heart of another,
There my life secure, new worlds to discover.
Like that of a child exploring a library of books,
Ignoring hunger, teasing and dirty looks.
Never bored, what could he lead you toward?

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