my imagination
it runs around wild
free like the breeze
running to new worlds
that others cannot see
I cannot follow at its pace
it's sprinting away from me
and, I believe it's making me lost

my imagination
it swallows me
deep into the dark abyss
throwing me into love
with people that will never be
I cannot climb out of it
it's sinking me into a pit
and, I believe it's making me lost

my imagination
will it ever let me go?
I am a slave to it
its beautiful creativity
its endless galaxies
I wish to be set free
because too much pain
is coming from its glories
and, I believe it's made me lost