Imagination

We all have one one of our very own there is no need to share no sulking because we think that we were not given enough no guilt because we think that we were given too much we do not have to hide that we own and use one there is no shame in having one for we all know that everybody else has one exactly like ours and what makes it magical is that no-one will ever know what we do in ours unless of course we tell someone it is the only place that affords us complete privacy it has no boundaries, no restrictions, no limitations what we do in it can never be judged or censored praised or ridiculed unless we do so ourselves what we do in it can be erased as if it never was or retained to be held and cherished it does not rely on learning, wisdom or skills a man lacking the talent can paint vistas of stunning beauty a half-wit can rule over vast empires a shy introvert can deeply move multitudes with his oration a poor man can enjoy the bounty of kings there is absolutely nothing that we cannot do in it the only limitations are those that we ourselves impose it is always there it never runs out it is never too distracted or fatigued to indulge us it is our constant companion very often our only companion what a truly wondrous thing it is this ever-accommodating limitless imagination of ours.