Imagination gone awry they say,
too much mind to capture within their strings,
they cannot hold a dreamer I daresay,
for it is they who fly upon golden wings.
Ah, yes they do seek to steal them away,
for their greed is mighty and stature high.
They seek hold of tongues and pens always,
so they can quickly breathe their dainty sighs.
So one must acknowledge their sudden whims
or be swept away when least expected,
for they do deem themselves the “judges grim,”
and when called upon your pleas rejected.
But please still don your revolution pen,
declare the imagination of men.