Just Our Imagination

We tell ourselves stories in order to live
It's just our imagination
We take comfort in what we know can't exist
It's just our imagination

We do it over and over
As we get older and older

But there was a time when they were as real
As anything we could touch or see
In place of futures now undreamed:
Images of the world as it might have been

Rebellion is playing out in our minds
We’re resigned

We told ourselvеs stories of how we might be
It's just our imagination
For thе promise of victory, we learned from defeat
It's just our imagination
Out in the garden of forking paths
An infinite number of worlds in our grasp
Everything on the table, every ball in the air
Everything imagined was somewhere out there