so lost in imaginary,
with words so sharp,
piercing every action,
rendering every thought an end.
until all brains seem imagined,
then now , can't handle a thing,
dragged on chains of thought
everything left to imagination,
so there's less to give,
now it all ended imaginary !
with features of pure thought,
nothing to work upon,
though promises of a future bright
and darling , draw up in visions,
this pile-of-thought renders
all efforts to act , useless
there lies no room for action,
but only sinking in deep thought
rather not clutch at dreams seen,
©Michaelw
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