Imaginary Zone

I am trying to explore

the mountain of mystery

I envy and adore

the myth and its history

I am in the house of dreams

a different dimension

nothing is as it seems

an altered direction

I can rest, I can't hide

wondering if I feel like

crossing to the other side

is it different or the same

yesterday or tomorrow

there is no difference

joy or sorrow

I have no preference

for the time I wonder

that has long before flown

am I remiss or a fighter?

I have never known