the world is yours
anything you desire
what your mind adores
Is your empire
the world is white for you to paint
the world is a paper for you to write
No criticism nor complaint
its always day and never night
your imagination becomes your reality
the tip of your fingers holds a new universe
your imagination turns into insanity
Where you don't have to live in the present but in reverse
imagination and love is what you hold
nothing is in your way
creations are made from what you mold
creativity was a gift from God not something we had to pay
a creative mind so massive
it's beyond comprehensive
you know what to do
because this world belongs to you
