Imagine!

Imagine that you are in a dark room.
Imagine that your stomach is having a heck of a time bouncing around in your body.
Imagine the impossible.
Are you still reading this?
Why?
Didn't I just tell you to imagine?
Stop being so ignorant!
I despise ignorance.
Imagine, you are let out of school, and decide to play a game.
What game will you play?
Will you play hide-and-go-seek?
Will you play round rover?
Will you play the quiet game?
Will you die?
Will you die?
Will you jump on the firmament?
Will you ride the rainbow to the magical land of Tartus?
Will you build a time machine to meet Constatine?
Will you have a magical conversation with Marie Antoinette?
Will you sleep?


This thing is so random!
What is wrong with my thoughts?
I'm bored, but I'm not.
I should compose a poem.
But I have to write it in a notebook first, then type it.
Or maybe conversely.