Imagination

In your imagination you wish you could walk through that door.
To be the first to battle the dawning waves of sunlight.
I can hear the yearning as if it were my own.

How simple it has become for you to give no regard to sanity.
To throw yourself at the mercy of each and any onslaught.
All for the sake of leading the way.

Where do you refill your courage deep into the wastelands of your mind?
Who but in your imagination can follow such quickened steps?
Are you even moving in the right direction anymore?

The sapling has left the comforts of of it's mother before the bloom.
The only thing it knows is to forge upward blindly in hope.
It needs not an imagination to understand its rite.

In all things I caution against such stupid acts of brazen bravado.
If you so choose to put yourself at the whim of the elements,
Join me there to frolic in the dayburst.
Your imagination and I have already taken up wings.