The Magical Rooms of My Mind

By Chelsea Adams

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​“Meh, it’s ok”
Was my thought
On a Mid-March day
Left to occupy my last resort;
By collaging a girl
That looked slightly like me
With a bird flying off
Into the distance you see.
 
Meh, its ok
I have my own wonderland,
Alice left it behind
For me to command.
All the animals and buildings
Nature and change,
Send good vibes out
So I can imagine again.
It is ever changing
This strange place
That I visit
When the world feels out of place.

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Meh, its ok
Yes, I sit so still;
On a rug
With the yellow brick road
Underneath still.
I’m too focused on blowing bubbles
And chewing my gum
To follow it and hum.
 
Meh, its ok
Dot, Dot, Dot,
My mind wanders
To fields of flowers and butterflies
That lie yonder.
Among a created world
Just for myself,
Where cacti and foxgloves
Grow on a shelf;
And spill out into a field of
Gemstones and such
As they glisten
They twinkle
Making music…
Listen.
 
Meh, its ok
Do you hear that pulse?
That familiar beat
For in this world
There’s a disco ball treat.
It hangs from the ceiling
Spinning and ricocheting rainbows
Earth, Wind and Fire baby,
Let’s turn some tables!
 
I dance and sing
Till my lungs give out
Till it’s time
To return
To wake up again.
I hate the monotony
Yet again,
October already
So much time passed
All these trivial notions.
 
Such transient emotions
Only controlled,
By sitting and monitoring
My breath in
And out
I shall no longer hold.
I go back around
And around again
Trialling new avenues
To make amends.
If at first
You do not succeed
Congratulations!
Welcome to life
You need patience.
The rooms I make
In my mind
Are all different and unique
I travel them so
When creativity strikes
I can shake them free
Or simply say:
“Meh, it’s ok”
And let it be.