IMAGINE

By; Ani Utah

I do not write to impress anyone,
Nor do I pen my thoughts for the accolades,
I draw my muse from innovations-
New frontiers being explored-
Revealing the miniscule part of our humanity;
Our soul.

Some of us have lost someone,
Something we deeply cared about,
And we ask ourselves if ever we would recover,
If we could go back in time to re-experience those long lost emotions-
Moments,we never knew were defining flowers in our forest of experience,
We search for meaning beyond, behind, everywhere,
We crave for satisfaction of our being.

But yet the solution,the answer is not compact,
It is separated, severed into many tiny bread crumbs,
Leaving us clues, KEYS to our definition,our ultimate meaning,
Our reality we must create,
Our lives we must imagine,
For the only thing that is real is reality,
And the only ones that can dream is US.

                           

In honor of Ready Player One(directed by Steven Spielberg)