We need more
Lovers of fiction
Because the worst thing
Is taking art out of education
Parents clip the wings
Of their child’s sweet dreams
So they grow stunted
And believe the blaspheme
After childhood I awoke
To a world in dire agony
Where lies are on everyone’s lips
Being the antagonist’s progeny
The problem is
That very analogy
‘Waking up from childhood’
Undermines imagination, you see?
Imagination is what
Makes the world go ‘round
Okay, maybe that stretching
But its why we know what we found
Science is based
On understanding what we don’t
Imagining a world
In which applied physics work.
Without that imagination
We’d still be in the dark ages
Branding those that look beyond the horizon
As ignorant rather than sage
I know what I’m talking about
For I have lived a life
Where my imagination ran free
And though I have seen strife
I have also seen beauty
Beyond any compare
And seen the eyes of the ignorant
With that dull stare
I know what it means
To be looked down upon
Because I’ve dreamed too big
And seen what’s beyond the horizon
I lived my life
Free of the chains
That have bound the ignorant
To their own constrains
And for this I was blessed
Beyond what you can imagine
Because you have abandoned imagination
To knowledge’s true famine.
--Dan
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