A Poem

I left this world,
For one long moment,
To in that time,
Become a poet.

I entered a world,
Of thought and rhyme,
Of words and rhythms,
Without any time.

How long I was there,
Well, I’ll never know,
But back to that land,
I doubt I will go.

For it is an odd place,
Lacking physical things,
Full of wonderful music,
That constanly rings.

And many strange people,
Who do little talking,
But seem to be busy,
For they are always walking.

But while I am there,
I accomplished a feat,
For I wrote this great poem,
Without leaving my seat.

Peace,
Justin