No need to imagine
why bring in the pain
back in the equation

Lately,
With the touch of reality
it is better not to give into insanity
not to do something silly.

Imagining the perfect storyline
the lush delicate green curved vine
the pristine design
to a careful rewind

Opening my eyes again
to the outside rain
to my hand's chain
and many other limitations

When I go to sleep
I count those sheep
repeat them
and listen
to those faint heartbeats

They are the mirage
doing enough damage
with their pretty picture
concealing the real nature
the true vision
with coloured notions.

Imagine it never happened
but how would it undo the impact?