I feel so bound in these boundaries,
So trapped in these puzzles,
So lost in these infinities,
So incomplete in perfection.
This feeling of detachment,
This feeling which pains,
This feeling of loss,
This feeling with strain.
Why it seems inevitable?
Why it’s so strange?
Why it’s making me helpless?
Why can’t I come up and re-gain?
As if I am loosing something,
Loosing something forever,
Something is going forever
In the shadows of my dream.
My dreams which had always been jolly,
Had always been jolly, my imagination.
My imagination, I want it to be real
But ‘reality’ I wish had never been.
Oh my imagination
Oh my soul
Please come out
And play your role.
What is bounding you?
You know it’s there.
You know you can do it
From whom are you scared?
It is there in front of you,
Not just in imagination
But in real too
How real you can make your
Imagination
And how imaginative your truth can be
It is up to me, I know
I know it is up to me...
You have to overcome it,
You have to be real,
You can’t live in imagination
Imagination is not real.
