Mine is to imagine,

Mine is to imagine, 
what wonders life may bring.
Of pure unspoiled simplicities, 
of birds that fly on wing.
Of lands across the oceans, 
that i may never see.
Or how different my families lives, 
if I had never been.
The depths of real silence, 
or the solitude of death.
Or how the winters vapours drift, 
on a cold fresh morning breath.
For there are no outer limits, 
to the things my mind can dream.
No bounderies or restrictions, 
on just how far i see.
And so I'll keep as precious, 
the space inside my head.
Even if the time I have, 
is only when in my bed.