Paul, a dreamer since his first breath, Lost in thought, creating worlds with depth. But as he grew, his dreams took flight, Consume his mind, day and night.

Friends and family, they all implore, Focus on now, not what's in store. But Paul's mind became a tunnel, see, No way out, just creativity.

At first, he loved the freedom it gave, Creating universes with characters brave. But as time went on, he felt trapped in his mind, No escape, his thoughts were unkind.

She resolved to break free from his mind's hold, Yet every time he tried, his thoughts took ahold. He grew dejected and felt such dismay, His mind was a prison, he couldn't find his way

A bright idea came to him one day, To use his thoughts and make them sway. Paul wrote of characters brave and true, Sharing his gift with the world anew.

Tunnel vision a gift, he realized with glee, Exploring his creativity, setting it free. Paul broke free, and in doing so, Discovered a new world of possibility to grow.