Poem

Your brain is a magic place

Two times two

Equals four

The capital of Belgium

Is Brussels

They all ride the pink roller coaster

In your head

The wires in your brain

Connect the facts and figures

And send them down the chute

To your mouth

So you can answer the question

There is a special neighborhood in your brain

Where the dreams and memories live

The dreams live in shining jars filled with stars

And one jar is opened every night

And next to the dream jars

The memories

Replay the movie of your life

Scraps of you past float around

And when you remember, you grab them out of your brain

And put them in the VCR to watch again

And next to the dreams and the memories

Your imagination sleeps

When you want to fall out of reality,

Your imagination wakes up

And you get to go wherever you would like

You can even follow the stepping-stone path

Through the field full of daisies

To twenty years from now

And you have become exactly what you should become

Just say goodbye to reality

And hello to your brain, hello to imagining yourself

Just as you should be.

Imagination

Is your head's coloring book

Go outside the lines

When I was young, I had an imaginary friend.

Maybe you did, too.

She was everything I wanted her to be.

Her name was Scarlet, and she always shared her candy.

Today, I don't talk to Scarlet as much.

She has been replaced

by five excellent kids.

They always share their candy.

Soon though, Scarlet might come back, since

I have to leave these people soon.

I have to say "Goodbye."

I have to walk away with my back facing them.

I do not have to miss them.

But I will.