To what do we owe

The pleasure that surrounds us

Every second of our lives

Something we would not give a second thought


Without it

We would have nothing

I would have nothing

Without imagination

The things one could do

Alone with their imagination

The joy brought to one

When their imagination is at its peak

Imagination has made me who I am today

To be stranded 

Would not be a curse

To be alone with my imagination

Could not only save myself 

But the world

This poem is about: 
Our world


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