Thursday - Imagine
The lazy lidded moon staring At Malala the Riveter Attempting to tell the world Far beyond the blank minds Of broken long-houred workers That power lies in the imagination In intuition and equilibrium Integrity and identity Can you answer truthfully When they call your name Do you claim the inherent authority For the light of day can be as dark As the street of hell God walks down Wishing to comfort the sufferers Where you hear Him whispering Don't stop imagining something better My gift will be beyond all measure Hope like despair could eat you up But the day that you do Is truly the day that you die