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The arc of imagination
There’s beauty in imagining great things; It lights our dark future with hope-filled dreams ~ Visions of peasants ordained to be kings, And plebeians crowned as queens, so it seems. It charts dream paths lit by elegant beams. Imagination hears each scarecrow's groans; It squeezes water from dry desert stones. It carves deep oceans in hot desert sand, Lifting us from known realms to worlds unknown, Where minds may wander due to no command. Imagination lends us its safe wings, So we can soar toward futures we choose, To fill our life with hopes and precious things; Though striking gold is never a mere cruise, Nor are the lily-livered crowned as kings. Sweat would streak our face and our skin would bruise, Our legs may throb and swell with insects' stings; It's for our future that we pay the dues — We'll patch our hurts with plasters, cloth, and slings, On great hopes, our imagination clings. It’s real hopes that imagination brings, With peace of mind when reason reigns supreme, With thoughts that glide without the need for wings— Yet sometimes birth false hopes no truth redeems. And dreams may fade like echoes in a stream.
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