Young me once had a relishing imagination, with many aspirations,
See, I wanted to be a firefighter but it’s too late for fixation.
Now I'm only able to extinguish the good within my mind and heart
Because all this world has done for me is tear, trash and thwart.
In fact, this mundaneness is a cycle, that’s only getting stronger;
My sister just told me she can’t imagine no longer.
Still, what can I do? But I guess I can't sit here and ponder,
And we're silently struggling simultaneously with it everyday
With nobody, not even the euphoric finding an exit way.
I’m trying not to fade away, but I don’t know if I can last
My mind is turning into an untimely time glass.
As the last grains drip and then there is no more sand;
Tales like Cinderella begin to desolate and become slightly bland.
And when I count one sheep, two sheep; I feel immature
What can I do? I’m not sure my mind can endure.
Who knew an imagination was that important to hold on to
Too late I guess, I departed from that plane long ago
So I tell you small seedlings do not grow rapid like a vine;
To quick, too soon, a departure from all those happy times.
Instead imagine, think ; make your world something that you create,
But most importantly do not let your imagination dissipate.
Believe in monsters, fairies, ghosts and any mythological creature,
Unless you want to follow the boring, never ending life procedure.
And finally what can I do? Well I'll start believing, that is for sure,
I'll run wild, let no one stop me, it’s my life; that I'll ensure
That’s how you overcome the art of losing your imagination.
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