Imagination running wild in our forests of creation
Movie sets the theatres in our heads effortlessly constructed in the blink of an eye
The impossible possible laid bare for your mind's eye only
Creating, making taking us anywhere we desire
Our minds the last refuge and hiding place in an ever-judgemental world
Keeps all our secrets in its wonder box
Stories told, a thought factory that lasts a lifetime
Our imagination unique in every way, precious a true reflection of self-belief
Ability to produce, stimulate, form objects in a magical spectacle
Into the memory bank taking us on a celestial journey of light
Even in our sleep our imagination keeps flowing, the river of dreams
Imagination being inventive providing visual solutions the exploration into the human condition
At our end the final breath's taken will it be our imagination that sees us through the corridor of light.
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