Imagination

Whats wrong with my imagination's

I see my self on vacation (within my mind)

Not the kind of destination you fly too
I'll build you A guide

Not on A plane, but best believe I glide

Nor on A boat but i float
See the clouds and smile

Once in A while
I run A mile
Helps me think my style

I catch A train and analyse
on my way to work

I go to bed to rest my head
But instead i read

The next day I work tired
Its A dead end job

Hoping I gain knowledge
and ideas did come

Some were good
Some were bad
Then developments sprung


Success was young
You took a shot
Left your gun and ran

They come back one by one
Apoligised it's done

My dearest are shocked
Saying send them back to the slum's

I reply "to forgive isn't dumb
But its smart and its right"

As clear as the sun
With your shade's
when it's bright
Now it's dim
Love my sight

Bite your lip and walk away
Or please the crowd and have fight

Ignite a brawl your on your own
but self defence you ain't alone