Imagination is my very lifeblood
It is the thing I cherish above all else
That lets me take my kids to distant worlds
Fill their life with funny voices and crazy stories
It is my imagination that lets me put pen to paper
The dream that refused to die when I grew older
Letting me create entire worlds from one ephemeral thought
Coalesced into very being by my sheer desire to see what lies beyond
Explore the cave, fight the dragon, cease the day
To travel to distant worlds, see strange beings I’ve never met
Seeking to understand them and in turn be understood
Fed by books, movies, TV, and video games
Never ceasing to feed the fire, never stopping
One might call me childish in these ways
But how grim to live without fairy tales and pretend
How terrible to wake up and be content with what truly is
To never dream of places that do not exist
Denied being enraptured by a feeling of exploration and wonder
Feel only that which is captured and documented
Dissected and studied until the black and white of it is known
Instead choose to be childish and don’t worry about what others think
Choose to travel to those stars that do not exist
Laugh with your children
Pretend to be a grand knight or a growling monster
Pick up a toy like you did when young
Imagine what grand adventures it could have
Do not be satisfied with the failings of this current world
And in your imagination, vast and without end
You will be unencumbered by only what is
Instead be free to dream about what might be
To seize that thread and cast it across your infinite creation
Follow it through the vastness to see where it goes
Then share it with the world
So we can all be truly free
Together
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