Law of Imagination
As I drift between the
wakings of the real world
and the dreamings of the faux pas,
my mind begins to...wander
onto things more trivial.
"Did I forget to clean the toaster?
Is the sink still on?
Was that glass resting on a coaster?"
My mind wanders on and on.
Thoughts progress more philosophically,
as I wonder,
"Is world-wide peace a viable reality?"
Visions begin to blur together, as my mind lays down to rest,
As I yawn (begrudgingly), thinking "Did I pass that Biology test?"
And of the rest?
As I drift between the wakings of the real world
and the dreamings of the faux pas,
I realize,
"It is here that I belong,
it is here that imagination is law."
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