A play on Emily Dickinson's "Hope" is the thing with feathers

“Imagination” is the thing with eyelashes—
Which captures the world at my doorstep—
From the Leaning Tower of Pisa—
All the way to the neon-lit streets of Tokyo.

It is a never-ending storybook—
Which carries with it hope—
Hope to color each day a brighter day—
And letting me color outside the lines.

That which keeps the soul alive—
And never really sleeps—
For I call it an eternal fantasy—
For tonight and for forevermore.

this was what came to my mind lol

its nice : ) !