Without You I Am Lost
Left on an island with nothing but me
I remembered to bring the one thing I need.
A wild imagination
with crazy ideas and stories galore.
The downside is this can be a very dark place,
but at least I am on an island with so much space.
Space to fill with more ideas and thoughts
And I will never be bored
because I have an unlimited supply.
So out of everything I could possibly bring
I choose something that could be my everything.
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