Busted Imagination

I think I’ll step into the rain that isn’t falling and wallow in the mud that isn’t there.
I think I’ll fly in the sky to the rainbow that has the little man who is never really there.

I’ll fold my wings on blue and lay my head on red like a bed and talk to the little man.

He said, “As true as you are on blue, none of this is here.
And there!? There is where your careless mind entreats you to retreat. To here!
So, that you hear this is neither nearly there nor here but merely in your head.

It’s a bit of fun for a while though non-existent all the while.
Denial in a file left behind reality in the mind.”