When we were kids some
told us that we were not allowed
to have an imagination, that it wasn’t
realistic.
Some thought differently, that
it was a place to make us
happy, a place to free our minds.
As we grew older we don’t know
who was right because our imaginations
only lead to disappointments.
We imagined we would be happy,
instead we’re more sad, angry
and confused.
We imagined people wouldn’t leave
but they do.
But it’s just our imagination,
It’s not realistic.
ehh, what do you think?