In My Mind

In My Mind short poem

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In my mind
I see it
I believe it
I can be it
I am the great conqueror

In my mind
I can bask in it
The accomplishment
The battle won
The victories

The satisfaction in life
The road travel
The good result

I see it in my mind

The smiles
Mingling with good people
Nice people
Brave people

In my mind
I am a champion
I win the race

In my mind
I am what I am not
I am more successful that I am

In my mind

I am glad for my mind
Because in my mind I can do anything I want to do
Nothing is illegal
There is no jail
No police
I can be anything I want to be
Sky is the limit

I can create it
In my mind
I am endless
Not even the sky can hold me

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