I live in a world 
           of delusions
                    all my own,
                             a world
          where nothing
is set in stone,

The color of night
                    changes
                        with the day,
                     in my world
            of delusions
I think I’ll stay,

The muses are here
                      my sisters 
                               all eight,
                                         yet,
                      only the chosen 
can pass through the gate,

To step in my mind;
                        a muses
                                  delusions,
                      leaving behind
       the real worlds
confusions,

There are flowers
                  with colors
                               no human eyes have seen,
                           and the trees 
                      all stand
 with a languorous lean,

Shades of the sun 
                    are never
                             the same,
                                     I’ll stay
                            in this world
where my delusions are tame

They are colorful 
                  and fun 
                         and serendipitous
                                        If you want 
                             you can stay
and come and sit with us,