Broken Imagination

He can't create his own magical kingdom. He can't create a sunset with a beach in his mind...

Everyone thinks he's bizzare, but he thinks he's fine..

Lighting up a wicked smoke, girls around starting to cough, starting to choke...

He can't picture what it's doing to him.

He can't imagine day without light, very dim...

His eyes are shut, dreaming, laying on his bed, he must...

Raining underneath his car, making rust...

Wisdom from his ancestors, complete and told, writers block,
Starts to unfold...

He can't think of anymore of his story to tell...Because in his dreams he's dying of a desease and can never get well...

Ridding himself of all temptation,
This boy was born with a broken imagination...