Imagination

Each day goes by,

And my mind proceeds to fly,

Its as if in another life, I was a bird,

Somewhere, Soaring high

High up above the clouds of mystery,

I like to think of it as a place to erase my misery,

A place for the brave, who intend to be saved,

A place for the for the dying to avoid their grave

A grave feet indeed, to fly with the unknown,

Especially if you're flying all alone,

But persist I must,

To embrace this magical trust

A trust between the imagination of the mortal,

And the invisible portal,

the portal that illuminates the strength of the stars,

and the unknown mystery that exasperates my mind from these parallel bars.