My imagination is something that is free and willing. I see things in different context than most; this poem can mean many different things, but means something particular to me. Evanbunder; not being a real word, is a word that describes whatever it is you get from the poem, the main character or plot, is the Evanbunder. It can be as real as it is fake.
Do you ever wonder, what lies in the evanbunder?
The sight of ligthning, the sound of thunder.
What lies ontop, and a truth withunder.
A world so full, yet so mislead.
One must wonder, what goes through one’s head.
The lights of the day, then it’s off to bed.
Not all will sleep, some evil in the midst will sneak.
Those that wonder, what is within the evanbunder.
Are those that hear thunder, and that of which lies under.
The world is a hole, much shaped like a bowl.
Those that don’t seek, will never quite see.
That of the evanbunder, is that of which lives within me;
Deepest, and farthest under.
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