Sometimes I forget how powerful imagination is
Stories are written,paintings made with bliss
A small world for you alone which you are free to mold
An open book in which you write your stories untold

It's where you know the real you,the person you truly are
You paint your dreams in the stars and observe them from afar
You forge yourself into the best version of you
Only place you are free to be yourself only place you can be true


© Ultra