Is it real, What I feel, Or just my imagination?

I’m living proof, of hidden truth,

if it’s any consolation

I don’t despise, I just revise my poems desperations

And in me lies, beneath my disguise, my honest proclamations

I believe, if you dig down deep

You will hear your hearts as it cries

I believe, if it’s truth you seek, you’ll find it in the skies

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

The imagination lies