Imagination, the undisclosed desire,
On which I slowly build an empire,
Brick by brick, and word by word,
Rhyme or reason, sometimes both.

Desire, the never-ending greed,
Never satisfied, I sink in need,
Of being close, but not enough,
Never enough, always on track.

Empires, have not been built
In a day or two, not even in years,
Still imaginations creates a trick,
That it can all stay on one brick.