Let Imagination Resume

oh. the Insanity

it comes and it blows

like the wind

but with minds instead of kites


shall you search for an anitdote?

no, no silly

What would their crunchy Jaws snap at then?!



oh I can see it now...

the nasty nicknames are called

the exclusion takes place

the little ones are beaten down

the differences are beaten out of them...

it makes me cry.


but this is what I stand up to say:

I won't let you crumble me

you can't crush this

there is no constricting my Imagination

there is no conclusion

no contorting here

you can't cure me

this crazy doesn't stop coming

they can't quiet this

they can't even clutch it

in their crusty Jaws


my Imagination is mine!


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