Imagine

I stare at the popcorn ceiling

drawing figures in my head

of a whole new world

It casts people of iron

and horses of courage

and lances faced east and west

King raises his hand

Drops the hanky

that starts the trot

of the beast

and mean who fight

with long tree trunk like objects in hand

They charge harder and cause commotion

and people picture the end

but I draw a collision in my head

both Iron men fall to the ground

and end up dead

As I stare at the ceiling

I draw more worlds in my head.