Fancy and Imagination

The tiny feet of fancy folks
Tickled inside of my sleepy head
Rushing to break out
Hurrying creation
Running from the land
Into the waters
Changing forms
Taking up faces
Trampling mates
Many stuck in swamp
Of thick uncertainty
Many made it to waters
And voyage began
Majority sank in a wink
The sea expanded

Some could still swim
Though tired and grim
Few fresh as ever
Fighting the depths
Of diffusing ocean
Riding the waves
Of ever-growing passion
And at last
Became imagination
Making ashore
On the other side
To young expression