Imagination.
Where did you run away too?
You don’t have any feet.
Wait.
Can you imagine yourself feet?
But, if you could do that.
I guess you could just imagine yourself,
Away.
But where would you go?
Do you invade the mind,
of a growing child?
Wait.
Wouldn’t that child have their own?
Then where else could you have gone.
Besides, of course,
Away.
Did you kidnap my creativity?
Or was he as willing to escape?
Why would he leave me?
Wait.
Unless hes hiding in my mind.
Maybe, your hiding also.
On second thought, I know you went,
Away.
Did I wear you out?
Or, were you just tired of me?
Did you get to old?
Wait.
Can you even have an age?
On second thought, of course you can.
Your my Imagination.