my imagination can get the best of me

sometimes i imagine that piano keys cry leaves into piles that turn statues when they feel complete
and that free willy is jumping over the moon while the dish abandons the spoon
i see people with wheels for legs pile into hybrid cars so they can save the environment
meanwhile all the old souls are holding hands and floating up into the sky so they can connect the holes in the ozone
satellites are working for the orphan planet pluto to find him a new home with a star willing to keep him close
but every time it goes to take a picture of a promising new light, the satellite flashes the flesh of truth then turns around and leaves a moon behind that way the star knows what it’s like to be a parent
still, pluto is wondering the universes alone
while mickey mouse puts up flyers around town that say he will reward you with the crazy black and white plane he himself made back in 1928 and the hiding place of walt who is of course still living on super earth sipping tea in the star light wearing an magic kingdom hat to remind him of all he left behind
when the sun sets he’ll think of a girl back on earth who can hold her breath for days and choices to spend them with the fishes and killer whales because they make her feel at home
she knows the real world is just an idea in some perfectionists head so she swims all day and takes in all of the views
like a two hundred year old turtle taxi and sea horse putting a saddle on a dolphin named jockey
but still, she gets lonely sometimes in the deep blue sea and i wonder if in those moments she ever thinks of me