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You, you fill my head with fantasies

Or so my mother says 

You make me seem distracted

Says the teacher at the board

They say you’re a silly child’s dream

Or sometimes “too active”

They only say that because they don’t really have you

They lost you, my friend, a while ago

I know it seems a silly notion though

No one can lose you

Not if they don’t want to

They sort of forget about you

And put you in the back of their minds

They leave you out of conversations

Dreams even

They learn that if they associate with you

When they are “too old” whatever that means

That they won’t get a job

Or succeed in life

So they become accountants

Crunching numbers

Or lawyers

Arguing and reading papers

Following rules

Not escaping

From their frames of mind

Because they forget

They forget about you

But not me, my friend

You’re my pal to the end

You help me to see things no one sees

Create worlds tailored to me

My interests

You’re awesome, my friend

Nothing is better than you

You help me to run through a field of never ending lavenders

You help me to smell the cool sea air

Or ride dragons 

Or time-travel

Or fence

Or paint

(though I’m not much good at that)

You help me to design plots

Adventures

Stories

Recipes

All of my resources at my fingertips

Oh, my friend

It’ll be me and you to the end

Imagination

Me and Imagination

Imagination and Me

Conquering the world

Galaxy

Moment

Century

One day at a time