Imagination

If I was there could you ever paint my imagination?
In rain could you separate my tears that I shed?
In my smile could you find out what I was sad for?
And when I say I’m happy could you see my agony?

My imagination is vague, yet it indulge your spirit
I am submerged into the vicious circle of life and death
As anyone would be, this chain rolls on and always it goes on
And when its over, it’s all could I survive till the end