Box of neckties becomes lots of flags

For those who posses that strange tool

Imagination – indescribable,

It describes everything

Every dream

Every hope

Every game

Every whim

Pile of sand becomes a great palace

For those ensnared by that strange power

Imagination – unfathomable,

It’s small enough to be

Held in your hand

Held in your mind

Held for a moment

Held in memory

Pile of books becomes a good chair

For those with that strange thing we call

Imagination