Imagination

Vivid imagery flutters my corrupted mind,
I close my eyes and fall fast asleep to indulge in this tease,
I see what I wish would happen while I was awake,
I mean bits and pieces of it actually was real at one period in my life,
Now it's the epitome of a fantasy that I experience on the regular,
There'd be no need for a prayer or wish for something good if life was all swell,
I woke up smiling because in the dream I was the one living adventurously,
A tape in my mind known as my working memory brings experiences together to make me recall,
What I see when I am subconscious will come to life eventually,
I pray for these happy times come to fruition and disappear from my imagination