In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look
And you'll see
Into your imagination

We'll begin
With a spin
Traveling in
The world of my creation
What we'll see
Will defy
Explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There's nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You'll be free
If you truly wish to be.

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When I imagine my happy place, I like to think that Buckethead dictates it.

It's no wonder that I'm such fucked person, all my naivety goes towards pining for Buckethead's awkward, gangly presence.
I want to touch his hair.