I want to let my imagination out from those dark little corners it gets confined within so it may roam free. I want it to get a taste of sunlight and come dashing out like the wind; free, unfettered, broken loose.
I walk this world through my mind. When I step on sunshine, on a bed of jewels, or walk through a goldmine, if someone else is at the helm of this ship or if I've filled my storage with so many idols, then I will see neither sunshine nor jewels nor goldmine.
I pray for an empty storage, so that I may walk this world through a mind free and unhindered...so when the day rains down gold on me and the night casts out her jewels, I may see them for what they are.