Believe It Or Not
Strange as it may sound to you,
This poetry's writing me;
All I need is pen and paper
To live any fantasy.
I could describe the beings on Io,
They know there are Gods in the sky;
They're like us, they fear everything,
Without really knowing why.
I might write of the creatures which live
On the bottom of our seas;
They came from another world
Long ago in our histories;
Sailors from the time of Columbus
Told their captain that they saw
Circles of light beneath the waves,
He wrote in his log, in awe.
You can see pictures, all over the world,
Of the crafts that they arrived in;
There's an arrow, etched in a mesa,
Which points to a spot where they dived in.
When philosophers spoke of Atlantis
And their advanced society,
They may have meant these elusive beings
Moved their dwellings under the sea.
There are endless possibilities,
When I get lost in here;
I don't close my mind to anything
And my idiosyncracies steer.
It's fun being weird!
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