Droplet

Weaving new life is an author's errand

At first, nothing

Beings take shape

Worlds plastered

Fables gate

Pen in hand

Do you still wonder about made-up places?

Path-picking experts

Outcomes aren’t a probability, visions are endless possibilities

These worlds exist whether or not you allow yourself to see it

I've visited them and lived within them

Each droplet, water faucet out of me

Each world and land hold a past part of my soul that has been around for eternity

Even when the train halts and I pass, these places I’ve created will remain etched within the cosmos awaiting and relaying to interesting being the mysterious creator that was once me