Imagination Engine

Steel and starlight twist and spin, Cogs of chaos deep within. Fuelled by wonder, oiled in flame, A nameless engine without shame. It hums in thought, it burns in need, It thrives on questions we can't feed. Each beat a universe unspun, A symphony of the never-done. No blueprint drawn, no owner's guide— It lives in every spark inside. An ancient forge, reborn in me, Where mind and madness both run free. This is the Imagination Engine, Grinding rules to rust and ash. Building gods from crumpled napkins, Turning daydreams into flash. Raw potential, unrefined, The endless factory of the mind. It spits out colors thought can't name, It bends the rules, then does it again. Mountains rise from metaphors, And oceans flood through broken doors. I reach inside and pull out stars, I sculpt my soul in avatar. No limits here, no ceiling sky— The engine only asks: "Why not try?" It doesn’t sleep, it doesn’t stall, It answers when we dare to call. A chaos code, a dream machine, Built in bone, and wired obscene. This is the Imagination Engine, Churning myth from neuron fire. Cranking hope out of delusion, Feeding mind through soul’s desire. Every thought becomes design— The mad cathedral of the mind. Plug me in, I’m fully awake, Riding sparks for dreaming’s sake. I’m not just flesh, I’m not just bone— I’m goddamn thunder in a thinking zone. Behold the Imagination Engine, Where no frontier can remain. Worlds collapse and rise again, Birthed from joy, or birthed from pain. Unbound, undying, undefined— The holy fire of the mind.