Sunday, June 30, 2013


Imagination molds a world of rapture or despair,
Harmonic notes of dissidence erupting in the air.

A day that's filled with optimism bursting through your pores,
A Golden-tinted merriment that tingles to the core.

To dream of possibility that others often miss,
Ethereal enlightenment that captures utter bliss.

But other days a terror that will overcome in pain,
A negative anomaly to paralyze insane.

A counterbalance causing truly devastating thought,
Self-sabotaging ruin of the dreams illusion sought.

To idly be contented on the common walk of life,
Escapes the highs and lows of such a visionary flight.

But incandescent sparks of what imagination births,
Creates sublime existence quite unparalleled in worth.

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