The words leap off the page as I stare,
Replaced by pictures; a three dimensional lair,
Imagination grabs my mind,
Not letting go of it’s own kind.
I see the bad guys, their genius plans,
The good guys’ deadline, an hourglass of sands,
I see their world, just as they see,
The tiniest details, the flowers, and bees.
I hear their laughs and see their smiles,
I laugh along with them for a little while,
I hear the world bustling around,
Yet reality never makes as much as a sound.
Their fear is mine, striking my heart,
Striking straight through, like a poisoned dart,
I freeze, stop, stare the bad guys down,
And then I remember and feel such a clown.
For hear I am, alone in my home,
Fear goes away, my excitement has grown,
I look back to the page in front,
And in my mind I’m on a tree stump.
