He wanted his imagination to run free

Have it entertain him and surprise him

But it just sat there lifeless

Behaving like a loyal soldier

Waiting for his commands

Not the freedom fighting rebel he wanted 

He felt cheated

He decided to ignore his imagination

He went back to logical thinking 

Considered that perhaps there was no such thing as imagination

We all control our thoughts as if we are movie directors inside our minds

Our stream of consciousness is influenced by our surroundings

And by all the things we witnessed in the past

He questioned if it was truly possible to have an original creative thought

He felt he was just regurgitating the thoughts he gleamed from others

As he wrestled with those ideas he became deeply depressed

He decided to stop thinking altogether 

Deny any thoughts the opportunity to depress him further

His mind went blank

All went quiet for a brief moment

Until he could hear a distinct knocking on a door

Deep inside the back of his mind

He reached back to open it

There stood his imagination dressed in full paramilitary freedom fighter gear

There was a brief silence before his imagination spoke to him

Now you are going to get the imagination you always wanted

He tried to slam the door shut

But it was too late

His imagination was too fast for him and slipped inside

All hell broke loose inside his mind

His imagination was running riot