Imagine

Just for a change, how about giving reality the brush-off? How about letting our imaginations out to play?

Imagine a woman in the middle of a field

Imagine the field growing bigger and bigger

Imagine the sky turning pink

Imagine another woman in a small plane

Imagine a column of smoke on the horizon

Imagine a hundred white butterflies

Imagine the women are thinking of circles

Imagine the circles are growing bigger and bigger

Imagine they're buzzing like bees

Imagine they're floating like clouds

Imagine the circles have escaped

Imagine the women have escaped

Imagine the field is empty

Imagine the plane is on the ground

Imagine a thousand white butterflies

Imagine a wrinkle in the sky

Imagine the women brushing their hair

Imagine the women remembering their past

Imagine the women walking on tiptoe

Imagine their soft breath