Imagination Lives in Me
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imagination lives in me. Imagination lives in me A living, breathing thing. Ah, wild, untamed hurricane that makes me want to sing I hear the music everywhere I watched the colors dance I peer a wet and dirty shoes whenever I have the chance I grin when things are backward spin in circles when it rains, the weird and strange and beautiful are mine to entertain. And when the wind blows cold and fierce and grabs me by the hair, I embraced her like a dear old friend and handle her with care. I smile at the skeletons with eyes that are a glow, and when a shadow waves at me, I stop and say hello and monsters are my best of friends. They live under my bed. We paint the walls with rain bows and get splatter on our heads At night I talked to Moonbeams when the stars come out to play and in the morning watch the sun jump up to start the day. They call me strange and weird and trouble because I think a different way. But I live in my perfect bubble, and that's all I have to say.