with eyes on the road . we see what’s ahead, but miss . everything else
we can imagine . a bird’s fictional story . in one lost feather
for a brief moment . we can imagine the bird . is not a painting
when we imagine . reality comes along . to see what happens
a fantasy world . is easy to imagine . but hard to live in
it is tradition . to use imagination . on the darkest nights
drawn in by the show . it is the little details . that follow us home
imagination turns a rusty concrete plant into a space port
we can only guess . what is happening beyond . the visible sky
there’s always magic . in our imaginations . if we look for it
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