Living inside each of us                                                
Is a greater poet, than are we                                        
In our minds, with such visions                                        
We cannot educe, for our eyes to see                                    

In our heads, their grandiose thoughts                                  
Are those, we could never speak                                            
Wondrous dreams with miraculous ideals                                
Which mere mortals, would never seek                                        

Such passion and emotions                                                
That our hearts, dare never feel                                              
And so remain, unexpressed, imagined                                      
Or, could they all be real
BOEMS BY JA 571