It sounded like a knock on the door, I answer it hoping that it was the being I have been wanting to see.
I guess it was just my unsteady imagination steadily waiting to see who I have been meaning, waiting, longing to see.
It played me. Dang.
The imagination can come up with a image that you can imagine that will take you throughout all the nations.
Imagination.
Picture in your head an image of a nation you always wanted to visit. It's so realistic so firm and so vivid.
But in a blink of an eye the nation you imaged was gone.
You're imagination played you once again.
Sike it said; don't be so quick to pull that trigger to escape from this wonderland.
Everything you see that may seem nice isn't good for you.
That's something you should've learned sitting around in your old neighborhood.
Don't be hoodwinked by this thing again.
Snap back into reality and renew your mind.
If you do that it's the only way you can be renewed from the inside.