The boomers

Imaginary lines

The boomers
It feels like all I am, is my imagination
I can find some good anywhere, with a little dedication

I am what I feel, adaptable by design
I triangulate my position with imaginary lines

I can't profess the rules when I delight in the exceptions
Headmaster of the school of my own imperfection

I am, only, what I perceive
This all could change with what you say to me

So my apologies for making you suffer through those times
When I've issued my papal decrees
With imaginary lines

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