An infinite world of possibilities

Stuck forever inside one’s head

What, I wonder, would I do

If I could bring into reality the things I have read?

To bring into existence the objects of dreams

Because I think and think of so many things

I can see heroes and beasts, magic and machines

I can even see myself with wings

A power used for any in need

And myself as well, for you see,

Incredible creatures and necessities

Yet I would hide my power for privacy

I’ve always found peace in solitude

For my trust for others has dwindled

So I would keep my secret from almost all

Until my faith in humanity is rekindled.