What wondrous things Imagination brings,

If we have but the gumption to look;

Glorious kings or poisonous rings,

Pulled straight out of a book;

Horses that fly or foxes that spy,

Things that go bump in the night;

Learn to defy those things they deny,

Because suppression just isn’t right;

Feel with your nose or smell with your toes,

Our minds can conquer it all;

Dream of a rose that grows and grows,

Or perhaps that stays very small;

There is no end, neither foe or friend,

And it’s all trapped inside our brains;

Just because it’s penned doesn’t mean it’s pretend,

Nor does it mean your insane;

Dreams get trapped and then they adapt,

Until they become a creation,

Like a continent mapped or present unwrapped,

When we use our Imagination!