Boundaries are open

I see clearly all my dreams (you can imagine your whole life) I know chance is always near (with a mind full of conceit) Make my own reality (do you even know the truth) just imagine Boundries are open Cause you cannot control this (dreams keep slipping from my hands) My reality differs from yours (I must do just what I feel) The power of imagination is strong (keep trying, again and again) So we only try to imagine Will the force be so strong it will control one's mind? Will this power delude or widen the madness that renders blind? So the frontiers of our conceit then will become indistinct to vanish in thin air Boundries are open But don't believe it's real So does faith have roots in imagination? Who is right in the grim and endless fight for revelation? I cannot tell what's right or wrong For we all dwell in imaginary borderland Boundries are open But don't believe it's real (x2)