Believe it or Not

Strange as it may sound to you,
This poetry's writing me!
All I need is pen and paper
To live any fantasy.

I could describe the beings on Io;
They know there are Gods in the sky;
They're like us, they fear everything,
Without really knowing why.

I might write of the creatures that live
At the bottom of the sea;
They came from another world,
Long ago in our history;

Sailors, from the time of Columbus,
Told their captain that they saw
Circles of light, beneath the sea;
He wrote in his log, in awe.

You can see pictures, all over the world,
Of the crafts that they arrived in;
There's an arrow, etched in a mesa,
That points to the spot where they dived in.

When philosophers spoke of Atlantis
And their advanced society,
They may have meant these elusive beings
Moved their dwellings under the sea.

There are endless possibilities,
When I get lost in here;
I don't close my mind to anything
And my idiosyncrasies steer.

It's fun being weird!