Swinging the Pendulum

My imagination doesn't leave,

Even when the window is

Wide open. 

Instead, it chooses to either enrich

My life or it keeps me contained.

Sometimes it may be a bit

Too much, swinging the pendulum

Too fast for me to listen to

All of the words it says

And I'll feel my heart begging

For the chance to rest. But when

It's there to help me through it all,

I appreciate the creativity.