To have one’s imagination, all to his own,
orange orangutans, dancing fairies,
or a twinkling star,
set all alone.
Either with eyes wide open,
or squeezed shut very tight,
happening during the day,
or in the darkness of the night.
The great fascination, with the realization,
of what has just occurred,
and in reflection it often seems,
as if was just a blur.
Regardless of how it came or went,
or a reasoning of why,
it certainly did happen,
forget trying relived by a simple sigh.
Consider if you will,
the window that you’ve looked through,
as an insight of the past,
or something totally new.
So if you find yourself driving
and all of a sudden you’ve arrived,
or open your eyes from a momentary loss,
know you haven’t lost your mind.
In fact it’s a state of consciousness,
just on a different plane,
designed to take you elsewhere,
one not needed to explain.
So if the exploits seem unintentional
or are forgotten just that fast,
they are after all, a moment in a blink,
and not meant to last 😊
Or are they🌟?😊