My imagination made from,

spectacles of a blinding light,

all of my happy and positive memories,

the sound of the freezing, salt water,

splashing against the salt rocks

I found it-

at the tip of my tongue,

always trying to get out,

as fast as a bult of lightning,

trying to shout

My imagination can,

run around my head,

sometimes I can’t think and it,

makes me go brain dead

If I lost my imagination,

the world would end,

I would loose my oldest friend