Imagination Poem by Aaron McIntosh

When i'm on my daily travels, looking out at the world

It's easy to see depravity, and bad situations

But when I expand my mind and my inner child unfurls

I turn it into a garden, with my imagination

Remember when we were kids, and everything was new?

And no matter what happened, there was always something to do?

And remember when we could take a crayon and blank page

And keep ourselves mystified, seemingly for days?

Well, i'm twenty-nine now, but i've kept that part of me

In my mind, my body, soul, and deep in my heart, you see

Because what is a life without fresh eyes and wonder?

And the inner voice that can laugh and testify to my blunders?

That innocent core, untouched by my darkest days

When my blood boils from deep sorrow, and aweful rage

When everyone around me says that the world is ending

And everyone is so cold and only care about spending

And everyone is so robotic and in a trance

All doing the same thing, like the hottest and latest dance

But the inner child in me follows it's own drummer

It moves to its own beat, and dances its own number

It sees the whole world as fresh, and feels true

Everyone says they're getting older, but I feel new

When everybody else feels being human is tragic

My senses show me that this whole world is magic

The sun shining is an event you can't compare

The fresh winds blow, and they come out from nowhere!

The moon's attractive power, and relationship to the water

The energy of the young son, the beauty of the daughter

This whole living world has its trials, sadness, and pain

But the way I view things, it's all far from a shame

Just being alive can be one massive vacation

But all it takes is love, and a little imagination