Mind

It is empty here,
Huge and spacious and clear and empty;
And then it is full.
Full of tiny little stars just coming into life,
Scattered across the inky black backdrop.
You can do anything here,
Create anything,
Live as anyone,
And it will always be full.
Full of ideas and thoughts and feelings,
And things that need to be remembered,
And things that need to be forgot.
And there are always tiny little stars just coming into existence,
And sometimes they stay there for a long time,
And sometimes they go just as quickly as they come.
Here in this huge, endless space were you can do anything,
Where the possibilities are huge and unending,
You live.
Not out there,
Out there were you have responsibilities and restrictions,
Where reality holds you prisoner.
Where you have things that need to be done,
And things that cannot be done.
Where you are fragile,
And breakable,
And damaged.
Not out there,
Out there you exist,
In here you live.