Seeing Is Not Always Believing:

He dwells inside my head
The creator of my dreams,
A master of all disguises
So not always what he seems.

His skin is transparent in color
So he's really hard to see,
And everything that he tells you
It's up to you to believe.

He's been known to run wild
So crazy things may come to you,
But something you should know
That he's nothing but a view.

He can make you smile or frown
Depending on his kind of mode,
He's an object of your desires
So he owes his fame to you.

He's make-believe and fantasy
Both all rolled into one,
He can be alittle bit scary
Or a barrel full of fun.

He works both night and day
And seldom takes time off,
So the sleep that you may lose
Will ware you out from exhaust.

He's a friend and a confidant
To only me and nobody else,
A slim figment of my mind
That is kept between ourself.

So let me express my feelings
And tell you a thing or two,
You are but my imagination
And I'm still in charge of you.