Imaginations

Imaginations stood still and the thoughts became subtle,
did my mind originate from where the brook began its journey, and
why would I care for my source, if I could never free me of time.
The unbalanced forces nurtured my perceptions, imaginations then
destroying the limitations of my mind, forced it to ask questions for which there were no answers.
Existence of reality exists only within the simplicity of life, a force so undefined, throwing in imaginations of new interpretations and of my existence, with the desires in constant chaos that could make altering reality a certain possibility.