fancy balls with big puffy dresses, where the dancers float

along the floor like bubbles in the wind.

lying on the beach with your body's imprint on the hot sand.

we can't all have these things, but there is something rich

and poor have alike, Imagination.

fancy furcoats that feel as soft as stagnant water looks.

a house with a spiral staircase and floors gleaming like the

shine of a pearl.

we can't all afford these things, but there is one thing in

life we all have for free, Imagination.

and as i am using my Imagination, i Imagine myself as an old

lady. and i wonder, does Imagination run out? so i stop

Imagining to save it for later now i am stuck in my

daydream and i can't get out, or is that just a figment of

my Imagination.