Inside My Head (C) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I left my body behind to live in my mind,
physical life marked by food & comforts
with this ego - calculating, wide-awake
and analytic, in control; doesn't work
for me - escaping piecemeal through

Children's fiction does not help enough,
standing all day at my desk - for health
reasons, trying to concentrate; messed
up my production even more, thus only
by lifting up and looking down into the

Situation from above, is there hope for
my completing the pilgrimage on earth
without feelings or emotions interfering
with the little routines of my lived with-
out common-sense because I believe

Instincts provide better guides to decide
on action required, tho' without signs of
Hans Christian Andersen's uncommon
sense inspiring him to go against advice
so he became the most-read author of

Fairytales, while I simply live within the
make-believe universe inside my head