World is a variety show, but I watch it all on the tip of my toes:

‘Cause I see a future, hopefully near,

Where I can hold on to something dear.

And I can only imagine how it would be,

To finally have roots like an old tree.

It’s in these days of wind and rain,

That I feel this cold kind of pain,

Where the light is short and dark,

And my head a big old question mark.

But, as time goes by I stand strong,

Thinking of you all day long,

And unlike all sane, I do pretend,

You don’t exist, my imaginary friend!

Are you really a figure of my imagination,

(and I never had this conversation)

Or on the contrary, you’re quiet real,

Stuck in my head like a strong ideal.

You see, I really don’t want you to leave,

So we can share what we’ll both achieve.

In written or in my mind, but forever,

Real or imaginary, but together!