Imagination, live on

He, who is different from all,

Yet, so very similar to me (only I can see)

Millions and millions of things run through his mind (as does mine)

You can hear his every thought (mine, silent)

Every encountered dialogue repeated again and again

rehearsed, The endless plays in his head

You call it gibberish (I think it amusing)

You tell him to ‘stop following’
(But I want him to go on)