Imagination, you great jerk,
Why must you interrupt my work
And hound me to so clearly see
Things that I know can never be?
You twist my world to make me feel
And believe what’s not really real
Like making me think I can do
Stuff that I never could see through.
Wish you’d just get out of my head
And leave me to focus instead
On this life so mundane and long
With almost everything gone wrong.
Oh, please don’t let me drift away
To other worlds; I need to stay
In touch with my reality.
Please don’t tempt me with fantasy!
Imagination, I confess
You’ve got me in an awful mess,
But despite all you are, I fear
I rather like it with you here.
