The Creative Mind

A place where daydreams flourish
In shadows looking for
The exit of subconscious
With an ever-moving door.

There are no paths to follow.
Our mind's eye must adjust
To match the dim reflection
Of things that seek our trust.

We travel slowly onward,
While feeling our way through
The unexplored deep caverns
Of things that might come true.

Oh, come on my adventure
With treasure as the goal;
The wealth in all creative minds
Who take creative strolls.