I like to imagine
With my head on the pillow
Thought after strange thought
Come unbidden to the hollow
The world is often just a construct
Of a wandering thought
The reality is often far from it
Far often a weirder plot
I don't need to get up and go
I don't need the real thing
My mind simulator bakes it up
And acts it out with zing
If my thoughts were to be carried out
The world may have been stranger
It wouldn't be hostile though
It wouldn't pose any danger
It would have a little more color
A little more happy
People less cruel or indifferent
And a lot less snappy
