Imagination’s Reality

My world is real to many,

A fantasy to some,

But made of imagination

A creation often more revealing

Than stepping into the world of common questions

And fabrication of answers.

Reality’s truth has become a football

Kicked from one end of authenticity

To the other end of falsehood.

Such persons exercising this game

Fear not the moving of the goalposts,

For honesty has become a sideline of shame,

To win,

To conquer,

To destroy,

At any cost.

Yet…

Imagination’s playful joy of a Nerf Ball,

The child within finding a sense of lightness

Is embraced by a smile,

An appreciation of lasting innocence,

Of knowing somewhere out there

Is someone willing to join

This innocuous exercise honestly,

Needing not any proof of belonging

Knowing such a state of heart and mind

Is where happiness resides.

Imagination…

So light its weight,

So heavy its purpose,

A balance of rules,

A respect for time,

And a friendly nod to those

Resigned to the demise of falsehood.