Old Poetry - Imagine (typed up some of my stuff, enjoy!)

IMAGINE

Imagine a perfect world

Where everyone has a specific function

Planned before they were born.

Creating a world whit one mind, one thought, one song.

Who do they sing to?

Imagine a perfect world

Where everything is in flux

Moving.  Changing.

Everyone doing *their* thing

Battling your way alone through the walls of humanity.

Who will sing?

Who will smell the flowers?