Imagine you were young again.
Your parents told you to go to sleep.
You would never listen.
you stayed up.
Just.
To imagine.

Imagine yourself Dancing on stage.
All the smiles and laughter and lights flashing on your face.
Imagine That.

Imagine your mom happy again.
Never crying and never sad.
Dancing with you.
Imagine That.

Imagine you knew your dad.
Everything said about him never existed.
He existed within you.
Imagine That.

Imagine yourself as a teen.
Afraid to watch the news because the images are obscene.
So you play outside and you were noticed, had friends and no enemies.
Imagine That.

Now imagine this. . .
Laying on the couch writing a poem.
Jobless but seeking.
Courage with lack of confidence.
Two kids no father.
No cable T.V. No bother.
No mother around to tell you to get to sleep.
Sleepless nights, not by choice.
Just too busy.
Imagining That.