Stop by The Garden of My Mind.

                               I dance in my mind
                       to the music my passion provides.
                        I feel bound by the constraints
                          that my body limits me to.
                   By the constraints of my surroundings....
                                ...the people...
                                 ...the bus...
                                ... my room...

                     So in my mind there is a grassy hill,
                      a place of peace where a lady dances
                    to the music that plays in her heart...
                       A place where no one else can go,
            where no one has to wonder or contemplate her sanity...

                    She spins, surrounded by silk and satin,
      swirling 'round her soul. Sometimes black, red, white... Sometimes
                           green, gray, or purple...
                          But forever she dances on...

                    Keeping beat to my heart, turning with
                          The cycles of the earth...
                      Swirling in time to my confusion...
                Stomping her feet to the throbbing of my anger,
                    But always at peace, somehow, in a world
                  that, by necessity, is separate from mine.