Whenever I see the sky,
my imaginations begins to fly...
I find patterns in the cloud,
its an elephant, no its a tiger,!! umm!! no no..sometimes I am myself in a doubt..
My imaginations are very wild,
very difficult to be understood by a normal mind,
crazy of some kind,
impossible for my brain to bind..
They hop like frogs inside my brain,
struggling hard to initiate a fantasy drain,
they are the key to the locks,
that opens nothing but untolerable crazy works....
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