Imagination

Deep inside the brain it begins,

the sudden rush of images

distorted

undistored,

whether they be whimsical or sensible can be decided

by the thought in my head that consistently conjures ideas seen not in reality.

Currenlty I sit in a room

dim lit

nothing to do but wonder, 

the thoughts I ponder go far beyond that of the four walls in which I sit

still,

silent, 

slothful

after having gone through a busy day

living reiteratively day in and day out.

My only escape from the uniform schedule 

happens within my head,

the one thing I count on to modify my life

the one thing that allows change

the one thing always granting satisfaction.

Had I only one thing to save from a fire,

only one thing to save,

I would run and take nothing with me

everything that I need

that I want

is within me.

Imagination opens the possiblity of images and ideas not percieved

inside the four walls of the plain room

where I sit alone

and wonder.

Reimagining myself in the life of another

wealthier, having more oppertunities

thinking about my family

picturing a better word

sitting in this room

I think of the desired

with my imagination...