Imagine

Imagine if we could fly little cricket
We could visit the moon and stars
Sail over a thousand seas
The idea is sweet as candy
Delicious as lemon drops
We have left the red bed
Ventured outside
It makes our back and feet ache
And our head is sore
But it is better she whispers
Not to sleep your day away
To try and enjoy each moment
Or at least be present in it
Imagination is a good tool to own
We are not sure if it guides us
We find it hard to think outside ourselves
We are firmly fixed in our craniums
Sometimes that makes us happy
Other times it makes us feel sad
Distant from the world
We have never really belonged
When we were small that was good
Now we are big the distance feels greater
Just imagine if we could really fly
How magical it would be.