I live in imagination
And sometimes the spectre wins
Turning me against truest friends
The most shameful of my sins
But only in deepest dreams is it possible
To see what life can truly be
Which is why the dreamworld takes it holds
Enchants and captures me
If only I could see, discern
What's fake and what's a prism on the real
I guess in time I will learn
And the light of truth I'll feel
     Imagination is gift and curse
     But Imagination is the spirit's purse