By which I mean a fable, which is the original meaning of fabulous. is it not?

I shared this with a friend and decided others might enjoy it too.

Who’s in Charge?

Ego has closed its door,
made thoughts its guardsmen.
They circle in front, repeating

their paces and phrases, block
grinning geckoes eager
to slip over the sill.

Mind, dutiful and dull,
dusts off old ideas, packs
for a calm day at the beach.

Let nothing disturb ego’s tryst
with remembered innocence,
imagined power.

Truth’s grimy lizards would spoil
the mood, turn Ego’s party to pity.

It was frustration with my thoughts going in circles that instigated this fable. The power of an image to expand into story is such a satisfying process.