Wild Imagination
In my mind is where I go, just to get away
It's a secret, but never vague.
As my imagination is very rambunctious
No one can enter or be liberated
Takes a picture of you for memory
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Captures the mind, body, and soul.
And messes with the heart.
My mind is a magician
Sends out illusions, and plays tricks on my body
Making decisions
Good or bad
It's a secret, but never vague
Haunts me at night with the memory of each sin
Whimscal and Invigorated
Just playing silly games for entertainment
And laughing at my stupidity
100 years of pain and running from horror
Feeling crazy and insane
But, my mind is me
It's a secret, but never vague
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