Like Fireworks Underwater
I can imagine it
The spray nipping at my face from the explosion
A muffled boom
The color majestically mixing with the sea green
My neck doesn’t hurt from staring up, but gazing down
‘Ahhh’ reflect off of the lake and do not melt in the misty dark
Sparks drown
I can imagine it
but it is impossible
The imagination allows us to be in the realm of the unreal
We believe, out of necessity, that we can make the unreal, real
We need a hope
Striving to make this world ‘farther from the actual, and nearer to the imaginative’*
That hope comes from something so fragile
Ohhh, how fragile the mind is
Playing make-believe with real lives and excepting it to turn out like my Grandma’s apple pie
Sometimes life isn’t sweet
so we like to dream up something better
Living Reveling in the unreality
A reality of millionaires
A reality of true loves
A reality of peace
A reality of no persecution
A reality of equality
A reality of Okay-ness
A reality of happiness
A reality of fairy tales
A reality of no short straws pulled
A reality of no tooth aches
A reality of Hakuna Matata
A reality of power
A reality of dreams
A reality such as this is very unlikely
But what is hope supposed to be then?
Sugar Plums aren’t dancing in my head,
Underwater Fireworks are.
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- * From The Custom-House of the Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne
