I have had imagination,
none is real for sure.
I imagine,
the sea is flowing tears,
the cloud is a floating ship,
the land is a frowning face,
none of it is real I guess.
I guess that is weird,
weird enough to be true,
weird enough to believe,
weird enough to live,
nothing is weird as it seems,
though truth hard to swallow.
I guess I’ll let it be,
the way it is meant to be.
Dear imagination,
I hope you’ll be in my dreams,
cross my mind and ease the vain,
wash my thought
and let it drains.
It is all I could ask for.
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