Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


So Lucky Are They Who Can Visualize


Above their reality in a whim they can rise
So lucky are they who can visualize
They may be homeless on the poor streets of town
But in their thoughts they know of Worldwide renown
Millions around the World their praises do sing
The gift of imagination is a wonderful thing
In your flights of fancy you can become great
The one that the masses wish to celebrate
It can transport the pauper to an affluential address
The borders of reality imagination transgress
In your mind's eye you can be what you wish to be
Though millions are tied down by reality
Above our reality so few of us can rise
So lucky are those who can visualize.

Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2010

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