Throughout the years of wonder, 

I've come to love the imaginative world.

The real world is ugly in todays society, 

but my made up world is something to significance.

There is beauty beyond recognition,

and it creates a wonder for all.

The complex details of such imagination causes a desire most uncommon.

The desire to stand tall and be different.

A wonder it is to see such a person living life without a doubt of happiness. 

With colorful details here and deep thoughts there,

its a wonder so few look inside to see whats really true.

Its a wonder to see how many hide in the crowd of life,

waiting for the time they can shine.

All that is needed is for them to find something they wonder.

Imagination is key to life.

It leads on to become our hopes and our dreams.

Why else would there be wonders in a world losing it's wonder?