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...