Past Normality

Because my father
taught me to imagine,
my mind is like water,
ideas never still.

It is valley of the unknown,
pathways thin
but hills thick,
seas wild
but rocks calm.

As I walk through the valley,
discoveries are made,
ideas are salvaged
from rocky seas.

Time passes but
never just as memories,
this is the valley
of real imagination.

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