My mother says, Satan is giving me ideas now.
and my father says, “that was pretty good.”
I dream up things that aren’t real
and I feel things
maybe, nobody else can feel
My sister says, “you’re too sensitive.”
and maybe she’s right.
My brother-in-law doesn’t say anything
perhaps that’s best
and I keep going
because I don’t have a choice
I must believe in things
greater than I am.