Imagination

I was just thinking That if I could go into a shell  Of my imagination 

How deep would the rivers flow  Of creativity

Would there be mountains of golden knowledge 

And clouds of soft truth

Secret gardens of understanding  And the inspiration being the proof 

I need To go to that place Where my genius dwells

Where it cocoons in desolation  My imagination  It is a force  if I can not dream 

And create then  I can not bring forth 

My authenticity  My imagination Purity in form  Born through inspiration

Flying through the sky like an eagle 

Freedom in formation 

Intelligent thinking Breeding transformations  Of reality 

Imagination 

That is where I live  For this life is all in my head 

And I am the master of that realm  The fabric of my mind 

My imagination is the thread

My genius  Is my imagination  And that’s where I be 

Where I will always be