Endless, vast, inconceivable and always right there,
What my mind can grasp, can create, or bring to bear.
I see worlds, possibilities, that could never exist,
Yet somehow they do, I live in them, in dreams and stories.
Imagination is a powerful tool, it can build great wonders and cobble a path never there before.
It can also be a weapon, wielded strong, to strike against words of defeat, images of lost hope.
The mind is powerful, unimaginable, yet we imagine it every day.
There are depths that I can reach, that may never be known, save only in me.
What moves me, motivates me, makes me work how I work?
The mind, that's what. That's the key, imagination, that pushes me.
It sets goals and envisions possibilities, it moves me to strive for more.
When I can't move, it gives a place to rest, to dream of vast worlds that could never be.
The depths of imagination is the driving force, in dreams, in life, in me and will be forevermore.