An infatuation with the imagination
It's an ******* high.
It is my gate to freedom.
It is my vision without sight.
There are no pearly gates,
but it's the closest I can get to paradise.
I'm trapped in the hellish delusions of my mind,
but if my write is wrong
I wouldn't dare be right.


Infatuation with the imagination
This is were things get wild 
let us not be confined
 No, never  a caged mind 
This *** is too good
Like no other
 Truly one of a kind

I can caress the sun
And make love to the stars 
No thought is ever too far
No high that is higher
Trapped in a paradise of pure desire
My mind