No.

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.