Imagination

Imagination is the key Even if it seems not to effect destiny It is because of it there is beauty It is because of it meaning of metaphor we see We imagine heaven After Armageddon House on the foot of chicken makes no sense Yet it is very thing that awakes our sense In a dream Among fabric of time the rods swim They have a nest in that dream And yes like honeycomb in eye of eternity they seem Apocalypse is often mistaken for Armageddon But it actually is unveiling, extension of heaven Time is below heaven Yet its true nature is difficult conception And it is that detached notion of heaven That asks you to imagine To comprehend bounds in boundless End with endless But if there is world to unveil Imagination it would entail Neural flame can master time But what would be truly sublime A mastery that which to divine is Same thing as to us time is This is ultimate bliss That is what is on the other side of abyss But for that imagination is the key And it is imagination that foresee And I think in some ways true would be That imagination defines you and me