A unicorn skips across the meadow into a world you can only imagine
It bounds to places unknown to man
It does so, because it can
A ghost is just a whisper of a past lived in flesh
Its message is not always clear but it is always received with gooseflesh
A memory is like a ghost, it shimmers in the mind
A glimpse of the past like a silhouette clings to you in a bind
Some are happy, some are sad, some are good and some are bad
Like the creatures in your head, a memory is good when it is fed
So dream your little dreams some more
Wallow in their scenes
Treasure each little pocket
Though it may never been seen
For you live a creative life, though wasteful it does seem
The pictures that are in your mind, helps your self-esteem
