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.
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