Good children, do not build castles in the sky.
At first they may seem lovely and magical--
Because they are--
But!
All castles have dungeons,
And the dungeons
Are where you keep your
Fears and
Worries and
Inner demons.
While you are frolicking
Inside your castle walls,
In a world constructed entirely
Out of your imagination,
The things you imagine but
Pretend to forget
Will creep out of their
Darkness in the dungeons
And turn your magical kingdom
Into a frightful prison
Of the Mind.
Instead, good children,
Build your
Palaces in
Poetry--
Dance with the rhythms,
Sing with the rhymes,
Build your imaginary world
With words and stanzas
Because these palaces
Really exist--
You don't have to pretend!
Just run away and hide in your
Palace of Poetry,
And paint the walls with
Your stories,
And trap your
Worries and
Fears
In a corner,
And fight them with your
(S)words.
Leave when
Reality commands you to,
But come back when you can.
Lock the door each time you enter,
Put the key in your pocket,
And write yourself away.