Imagination

Imagination opens wide its door
Takes me by surprise, sweeps me off the floor
I think I know enough to not be intimidated
But the imagination has me entirely captivated

Imagination continues to roll
Drags me deeper into the rabbit hole
I realise the hollowness of the sights and sounds
But the imagination presents yet another round

Imagination makes my worlds switch
A long canvas with fantasies vividly stitched
I seek solace from ghosts of situations past
But the imagination ensures that some of them last

Imagination comes at a cost
Taking its toll as I try to not get lost
I look for an escape from this state
But the imagination makes it difficult to navigate

Imagination continues to show its clout
For some relief, it temporarily lets me get out
I want to be firm and not get swayed
But the imagination shows that it is here to stay

Imagination is well aware of its might
Will always hang around, often wrong, rarely right
I continue striding through the better and the worse
But the imagination runs by my side with another universe

Latent Heat

A situation has emerged
when the state is on the verge
of transforming, going over the edge
waiting for the right trigger

Minds getting deranged in a heated exchange
the reins seem to be slipping out
Keep adding a flow of fuel to the fire
to send things overboard, make them more dire
Whether inadvertent or chosen words,
echoing ever since they were heard
rip open the restraints,
raise the bubbling disdain
in the beast, or more worryingly, the herd
Pouring in that last bit of necessary heat
to condemn the now fragile sense to a damning defeat

Minds getting distraught, close to losing the plot
seeking a spot of hope and solace
Blow in a wind disturbingly cold
to cause laid-out plans to flip and fold
Whether inadvertent or chosen words,
echoing ever since they were heard
freeze things into a twisted frame,
lock down and jam the brain,
harden things beyond being possible to stir
Sucking out that last crucial bit of warmth
inducing a state of chilling alarm

A step from battle or a step from surrender
the slaves of hope and passion crumble and vie,
as the flow of that vital latent heat
pushes them into two dimensions of defeat
But there are some who arrange
to reverse the flow and make a major change