I didn’t have a chance to make a post last week, so I will post two poems this week. The second poem will be published on Saturday.
My teenage years were rocky at times, so I often spent hours daydreaming about how I thought my life should be. This poem, written on June 2, 1995, is a tribute to my very active imagination.
I imagine all the things I’m good at
I imagine the things I can do
I use my imagination so much
I don’t know the difference
Between the false and the true
I imagine how I look
And how many friends I have
My imagination is like a book
The stories change
But reality stays the same
My imagination is driving me insane
I imagine all the things I have
I imagine how I am
I imagine what I wish to be
Never imagine what I really am
The key to my imagination
Must never be found
If so I will be let down
My imagination won’t work again
I must admit
My imagination is my best friend.
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