Sonnet 4

How sad it is to see the faces
of people who have not imagined places
who have not heard in their mind
the little songs of a different kind
they look at the world through glazed eyes
tis not a fault, and is no surprise
for to run away to the shores of thought
is for he who runs a cowards act
sitting in life through day and day
and not wishing to nothing for a different way
takes more courage than imagination
and for that they ask no consolation
but give me the ways and the songs of the mind
I am too brief to the world to labour to find
a reality which suits be better than that
which I can capture with words at the drop of a hat