Land of Imagination…
When we were kids, yes the “older” generation,
We all found great and absolute elation,
In going to our special place in a land some thought an aberration,
But to us we knew it was real, we went there when we needed a vacation,
From the horrors and harrowing times that reality produced…
We did all this when we were very young, I recall doing so still at twelve,
For us boys something else came along that took us away around then, masturbation,
But even as an adult, I do use this land to get away from reality,
Not as much as when a young child,
But to a degree that most might find an odd manifestation…
What is so odd, I ask you truly, this infatuation of mine with imagination?
I can be what I want, where I want and when I want,
It does create however just sometimes a bit of procrastination,
So before you believe I deserve an institutionalization,
Look in the mirror and ask yourself, do I do the same?
Yes, do for yourself a preliminary examination…
So if I seem to be out of touch, or have a problem of a psychiatric nature,
Well then so be it, as long as I can live forever in the land of imagination.
© ed ~ 8/18/04
love Tinka
From the horrors and harrowing times that reality produced…
Thankfully, I loved my childhood, and never had to retreat to a fantasy world to escape it as far too many youngsters do. But that doesn't mean I didn't utilize my imagination to the utmost. While camping in my backyard with my dogs, I often closed my eyes and was magically transported to the jungles of Africa or South America.
And I never plan on giving up my vivid imagination, even if I live to be 100. Hope you don't either, Ed.