If it was a thing

It’s funny if a unicorn was a thing.

A thing to touch

To feel;

 

It’s funny if a rainbow’s end

Was a treasure trove

To steal;

 

It’s funny if treasure was real;

Was there ever a pot of gold

For real?

 

It’s funny if people loved freely

As they do hate

For what is real;

 

I prefer rainbows, and fairy dust,

1-million-year old nymphs

Trapped in adolescence;

Where unicorns gleam,

Even in the midst of misty

Enchanted-ness;

 

Over, what is there to

Imagination’s lost?

 

To being sane,

Or is it better to be static,

Manic, hypo- or hyper-manic?

It’s funny if imagination is a thing

To eliminate my pain

For real.