The Endless Struggle
Imagination and mystery fill my mind
What would life be like through the eyes of another?
Listen - can you hear my fantasy cry?
The sound tares at my soul, giving me many sleepless nights
Images swarm through my head of places I cannot reach
As if in a cruel tease my desires always keep one step ahead
But I keep trying - with an overwhelming need - to reach them
Imagination and mystery fill my soul
I attempt to calm the cry by giving satisfaction of visualizing how things could be
But my silly pretend game will never be enough
My visions create happiness, giving a small sense of security and belonging
It is as if they react to my touch, but this fact is false
I am filled with fear at the thought of them leaving me alone in the dark
To face the harsh, cold world with none to comfort
Tears flow from me at the idea of losing all I hold dear
Imagination and mystery are what I am
I understand this - it is like a second nature
But others could never reach down deep enough into me to pull out the information I hold
I believe - believe enough to move mountains
And my faith keeps the fire inside me alive
My dreams tell me someday I may go where no other has ventured
To reach the unreachable - attain the unattainable
Great effort is put forth by me, to grasp my ever-evading desires
My entire being yearns to have just one taste - one glimpse of the impossible
Imagination and mystery are my gift - and my curse
