Immortal Giants.

She calls me a stupid girl, writing books and scribbling poems.

"Stupid girl your head is in the clouds, please come back down. It's not safe up there."

I reply, "You do speak truth stupid lady but I can see far more than you can from down there; 

If you've seen what I see, you wouldn't want to come down either. 

I close my eye's and see magical things but when I open them I see you 

and let's not kid ourselves your not a very pleasant thing to look at." 

"See... I understand you not, stupid lady,

for money floats on rivers built for Haidie.

Your wish is but a whisper in my ear,

still, cheers me with your mortal beer.

I close my eye's and see immortal giants,

fire breathing dragons defiantly defying science.

Star watching eye's like the Mayans,

not police cars and sirens...  

I drink water with the titans

and I can run faster than the lions.

I can spit poisons  and make soundless noises.

I can turn dirt into gold and over night turn youth old.

I can travel threw time and dine with ancient wines.

I can reach the edge of space and create my own race.

So why deprive my fascination, of food I call imagination?

You can call me a mess-up but I'm not sorry.

I'd rather go to hell before I gave up my stories."