Imagination

IMAGINATION

In the hushed stillness of the Underground night,

Imagination plays tricks with shafts of light,

Your ears are pricked for each diminutive sound,

While waiting by yourself on the Underground.

The droning buzzing of electricity

does very little to set lively minds free.

Listening to the pipes as water flows,

Humming without knowing, even tapping toes.

Creaking and groaning in repetition heard,

Now your heart is trembling like a frightened bird,

When a far away train breaks the silent trance,

Don't be so scared, fear, it needs but half a chance.

Was that a voice, who is calling out your name?

Are your ears misbehaving, joining the game?

Did you see a figure of a man who waved?

Are your eyes too deceiving, also enslaved?

When alone in the Underground, dim and cold,

Try closing your mind; because fear is so bold,

Don't let imagination begin to roam,

Thoughts will be the robber of your cosy home.

When all around you is still, pacified and calm,

Careful, that's when your mind can do most harm,

When both sight and sound becomes so enhanced,

Try not to be scared, fear needs but half a chance.

By
JOHN HAMPSON
© Copyright Reserved 2010

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