Dear Imagination

Dear Imagination, why can’t you be what you were,
Rainbows, sunshine and happiness, all the things so pure,
Dear Imagination, where did you go?
Since when did you become, my friend to my foe?

When I was a little girl I used to dream wonderful dreams,
Being a nurse, a vet or a super hero, ideas bursting to the seams,
I laughed a lot and was very immature; I didn’t have a care,
But I didn’t realise what I had, until it was no longer there.

Dear Imagination, what happened to the good times?
Singings songs, listening to lullaby’s, and enjoying lots of rhymes,
Dear Imagination, why couldn’t you stay?
Enabling me to laugh and smile, and keeping my fears at bay.

I remember always living in hidden worlds, a sweet wonderland,
Being in a hidden cove with bright blue sea and powder like sand,
Or going to balls dancing with a prince in my shining gown,
On my head of beautiful curls is a shining crown.

Dear Imagination, what have I become?
Why can’t the past be rewritten so I can undo what I’ve done?
I place the blade on my arm, one cut, two or maybe three,
This is my only relief and only way to live happily.

I remember in town, even though it was all a blur,
There was a little girl who was happy, and I wish I was her.