My imagination roams free

My mentality roams alone,
drifting away like the ocean foam,
i create imaginary scenarios,
that only i know and am able to control.

my imagination roams free,
our thoughts are free and live together in harmony,
here you stand and a flower you hold,
i imagined it so it can be anything i want, even a pot of gold.

i can make you look anyway i feel like or want,
into a wrinkled elder or a super stupid infant,
no way will it ever end,
my imagination surpasses all drastic extents.

I imagine my heart to be made of glass,
with a storm inside, no way can anyone give a forcast,
break it and will it dessolve,
or break it and be engolved.

i can think of anything and make it real
i can give it scents and feelings to feel
i can make anything into everything i please
i can even imagine cows that float with the breeze

be careful for somtimes it can be somtimes harmful
making you imagine awful sights can be very dreadful
Look but dont touch?
but what if it just isnt enough?

Our imagination...
it breaks anything that dears to barricade it
it plumits everything to escape it
it i mean the things dat want me to be normal
but im not normal and definately not formal

it runs wild anywhere and i break free
it break away from anything that compells me
noway i will change the way i am
nothing will reverse the knowledge ive learnt on land
the new things ive picked up on my path to righteousness
this i mean the path of being free is simply the best

***so be a part of my creation, caz in the end, ur nothing but a fiction of my imagination***