It's common sense and senselessness It's selfish and selfless, it's an anomaly It's roses hiding thorns It's flowers blossoming from storms, it's irony It's childhood rooted shame It's grief it's loss of self, it's pain, it's tragedy It's jumping out of planes it's taking risk It's having faith, it's gravity It's shoving circles into squares It's wearing plastic layers, it's conformity It's finding art within your scars It's the light that comes from the dark, it's healing It's falling in and out of love It's ups and upside downs, it's uncertainty It's what you know not what you see It's who you are, it's reality Perhaps imagination is not where we go to escape reality Maybe it's where we bridge the gaps between who we are and want to be