My imagination is made from-

the ship of thought,

the heart made joy,

the book of curiosity,

the star of dreams,

and some paper and a pencil,

I found it –

captured in the heart of the forest of lost souls,

crouched in a cage guarded by centurions ,

caught in a steel cell,

My imagination can-

get carried away like a lost ship at sea,

build cities made from whatever you desire,

can fly high enough to reach heaven,

prize open hearts filled with hatred.

If I lost it –

I would be a dull bag of bones.