Imagine

No, it has nothing to do with John Lennon and everything to do with me writing random poems and being terrible at coming up with titles.

So much for the title. Here's the random poem:

Open your weary eyes, look all around.
Unplug your ears and listen to the sounds.
Buildings and vehicles on each crowded street,
Voices and horns, a dull shuffle of feet.
Busy feet walking on, going nowhere,
Living ghosts, wicked mouths and silent stares...
Mouths that, once open, tear all things apart
And cut like a scalpel through toughest of hearts,
Polished and sly, or words careless and small,
Laments that mean next to nothing at all.

Look out the window.
Now, what do you see?
A mad world,
A place where you're not meant to be?

Shutitout.
Stop.

Take a deep breath,
and then
Open your eyes and ears up once again.

Look hard beyond what you see, listen well,
Feel beyond that slowly festering hell
A place that resembles some exquisite dream
Distant and faint, but more close than it seems.
A place filled with magic and music and art
And people good-natured, creative, and smart.
Someplace with great wonders in the slightest things
That makes you believe you can fly without wings.

So when you're alone and confused feeling blue
And think you have nothing constructive to do,
Look out at your world, then deep within you
And see how all that you imagine comes true.