imagination

imagination's not a science.
it's the subtle beat of a raging heart.
what to do? what to do?
let me know when i come to.
comatose, so here's a toast.
to being so far gone the world goes black.
to being so fucked up, there's no going back.
imagine a nation immersed in science,
calculating the exact amount of blood that one can lose,
before they wither away.
that's where we're at, and what we lack is a pure imagination.
cut the strings, we are not marionettes.
you can be whatever you want,
with nothing to lose.
when we've got i.v. drips, and acid trips,
leading science into the future,
there's got to be something we can do.
it's deep within the crinkled folds of our expanded imaginations.