by Chuck Maddock

Created on: December 02, 2010   Last Updated: January 04, 2011

Imagination, is my home

Where I dwell all alone

It is where my mind subsist

It is where I really exist

Where I think and play

Where everything goes my way

When I want a meadow of flowers

When it is time to pass easy hours

When lonely and ready to weep

It's a racous party that I seek

Who best but my altered I

To find laughter till I cry

Who sees rainbows never ending

With radiant rays ever descending

Who sees a myriad of God's creatures

Full of life with varied mystic features

What harm is my vivid imagination

That brings my mind to a surreal occupation

What in a dull life can compare

To the visions that I am aware

Why not should I drift

To some adventurous cliff

Where my imagination comes alive

There I am hanging five

I may live in a imaginary land

But ,by God, I find it grand

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