In poetry
You can do whatever you want
You can pull a Dr. Seuss
And create a skiddelybont
You can travel to the future
And also back in time
You can imagine you're a unicorn
Or even be divine
In poetry
The world is yours to mold
Warm, sunny nights
Or stuck out in the cold
But it is no bother
The trials you may find
Are over as soon as the next poem
Forms itself within your mind