This vivid imagination can sometimes be a curse.
Haunted with visions,
memories playing all around me,
like a movie.

A reachable dream, just out reach.
Teasing me.
Letting me see what I could have,
but not letting me have it.

My mind grabs for it,
trying to steal a cookie from the cookie jar.
It gets caught, and it gets punished.

One day it will be strong enough to defend itself.
Then it can have what it wants.