Traveller in Mind and Fantasy

A wisp of thought, a painted scene,
My mind, a stage, where dreams convene.
No map I hold, no charted course,
Just inner lands, a boundless source.

I walk through forests, emerald deep,
I climb the peaks of mountains high,
I sail on seas of sapphire hue,
I wander through forgotten towns.

No earthly bounds can hold me fast,
My mind’s a realm that’s built to last.
A traveller free, in thought’s domain,
and a tourist into real world.