By thinking
what have I created, have I hatched a new reality?
A new world of my conjuring,
solely within my mind, unseen by others,
existing only by my thoughts.
Am I by default the only occupant or can I bring others, create
others, merely by thinking them into existence.
Living briefly in a dream.
Or are they living, coming invited to my fantasies,
sharing a brief coexistence,
returning upon waking to their own reality.
Suppose if I were to bring my world into this one simply by writing it down,
a lucid dream made real with a pen.
Gaining some substance here by my imagination,
growing stronger, more solid by having been read.
Some foothold on this plane of existence by a shared thought.
How careful then would we be with our thoughts and words,
how cautious with our ruminating,
lest we unleash some beast of our own design.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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