Imagine

Life is a blank screen until you write your life on it

I imagine this blank screen

Devoid of any life

And I imagine a world

Full trouble and strife

I imagine the pain that cut like a knife

And the true love at last of a faultless wife.

I imagine all the past of mountains climbed

Of rivers crossed in far flung climes

I imagine the dreams pursued in vain

The struggle for something not worth the

pain.

I imagine striving for something written

Something like love by which I was smitten

Something in the end by which I was bitten.

It wasn't the the love that I thought that I had

It was a delusion of happiness turned rotten and sad.

I imagine too much at times like this

The slithering sound of reptilean hiss.

All the places I've been

All the things that I've seen

All the love that I have in the life that I dreamed

A life once full of hysterical scream

A life now full of emotional bliss

A life imagined a poisonless kiss.

And now, and now, and now, it can be seen.

The blank screen is no more there to be seen.

This life of mine has now been written

It's all part and parcel of an algorithm

And all of it's pleasure and all of it's pain

Can be read over and over again and again.

And all of its the blessings and all of of its tedium

Is here to be seen on my beloved media and digital Medium.