Imagination

A poem

Wide open fields to the mind
seeing things never seen or will ever be seen again
only you create it with your mental hand.

There is no explaining what happens when the mind hits a certain sweet spot
and it all seems like a dream to me sometimes.

Looking out your window you see the world
do what you can to paint it with your own canvas
don't borrow the brush and you will create something
and it all seems like some sort of wild dream to me sometimes.