Tales spun are the golden threads
In the banal life of cotton-simplicity;
Tales woven with intricacy
Tasting the refreshing redness of words
That tinkle into the transparent emptiness
And slosh about in the mind,
Creating psychedelic images
Creating new lives- albeit fictional
And stunning plot sequences.
When young minds brew new stories
And you get to hear them,
Fresh with the enthusiasm
That comes with belief, with faith...
These are the stories
That make life worth living;
And you realise