Imaginative Life

100 days in a month Time never seems to fly Close my eyes and make a wish Then bury the star 10 feet under the sun Floating under weather Clouds in my way, can’t see a thing I’d much rather be blind 1 too true to give away The first belongs to the last Memories in an unlocked box Hidden in a submarine 200 words in every thought Mind cluttered with nothingness Empty pages threaten certain death No one left to write 20 months in every hour No one seems to know Everyone is too busy to care There’s nothing here 2 times 2 equals forecast The sun’s about to die Good bye moon, goodbye stars Floating into the bliss Numbers measure out our world Guesswork by what makes sense But what if logic isn’t important Why not imagine instead? There can be 100 frogs for every fly 200 minutes in every day 20 equals 2 packs of 10 bucks 2 times 1 is all it takes to fall in love Nothing could be the best of all For in nothing everything is left to want The poor they have it The rich they need it And you will die if you ever eat it And dreams survive cause there’s nothing left To kill the inspiration that gave to them birth Imagination is the lock that no key can ever open Inside the imagination, you’ll find Everything you’ve never wanted. The riddle’s in the rhyme, The magic in the time, The mystery in the imagination, The imagination in the dream All locked up without a key Deep down somewhere inside of me.