Imagine

Imagination churning,
My mind is slowly burning,
When will we stop yearning?
Wanting evermore.

The heart's a fickle friend,
If never it does mend,
Hatred can extend,
And kill what we adore.

Imagine there's no colour,
They world has turned to grey,
Blending in with everything,
That hate would find a way.

Though there'd be no difference,
In what it is you see,
The heart that beats within,
Knows what cannot be.

(it doesn't feel finished yet)