Imagination

Dreams,

Floating along the fabric of my mind,

treading into ideas and thoughts.

Without these thoughts, how could I live?

Nothing can be done without a dream.

 

Dreams transform into ideas falling from the tip of my tongue,

tripping over one another as they fill the expanse of my mind,

striving to become a reality.

 

But what is a dream? It is my imagination running free, letting whimsical ideas grow in my mind.

Without imagination, how could I live?

 

In my dreams, I am endless.

I am my greatest strength, guiding my choices.

I am my worst enemy, pushing myself to work harder.

I can be an astronaut, or a firefighter, or even a writer pouring my heart out with ink and paper.

 

In my dreams, above all, I am me.

I am who I am and who I want to be. Anything is possible so long as I can dream.

What is imagination?

Imagination is everything.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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