Wandering physically is a threat to me,
Moving from home is disagreeable to me,
Putting things in a bag is a distraction to me,
Exiting from the vibrancy of the house is impractical to me.
Well, that may be the case for my physical activity,
I get ahead in great acceleration with my mind in totality,
It travels through all spheres in fine dexterity,
Crossing countries and continents in high velocity.
Alighting on the wings of fantasy my mind flies,
Goes as far as the fourteenth century events in tries,
Gleefully transcends in the realm in short strides.
Galloping as fast as it could as likely as the horse rides.
Lying in comfort, I visualise the Great Barrier reef in its glory,
Sitting in the patio, I dream of the Alps in its beauty,
Walking around, I hear the London Bridge revealing its story,
Attending to my duties, my inward eyes capture the Himalayas in stability.
It might sound odd to most of you as far from reality,
You might term me mildly lunatic distanced from sensibility,
I might look a little peculiar figure leading away from credibility,
Well, that is me a lonely being very much against rationality.
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