A boy looks down the scope of a sniper rifle

though his father only sees a branch.

The boy speeds driving down the road on his motorcycle

his father only sees him driving his bike down the hill.

Now the boy and his friends are soldiers

his father only sees his son and friends with walkie talkies.

The boy is older now... much older... about 19.

He sees himself as a soldier

his father sees him as an honor but also a fool.

The boy is now a man and he has a family

his father sees the same.

The man now sees his father talking to no one

his father is talking to people from his dreams.

The man now sees his father yelling and screaming at nothing

his father sees the worrys and pains of his past.

The man now crys outside a door

his father sees his life flash before his eyes.

The man and his children now weep at a stone.

His father now lives in the mountain with his wife

and his friends, they live together happy and look down

at their children and await them.

This world they live has come from thier mind

where their imagination soars.

So never say no to the imagination of a person,

for that is like taking their very essence, because

without it we will never know what lays before us,

and we will always see the same picture and the same person,

we will never see beyond their face.

We will never see a true friend or our brother or sister that

has become our brother and sister not by blood but by love.