Imagination

There's so much in life
to look forward to;
Yet, the pains we take to
take them through.
The words we speak
can be meaningless too;
Perception stands tall
through all we do.
Should we pause and ponder,
in evaluation?
Could we linger a moment,
in recognition?
For what we see and hear
through all of life's sphere,
Aren't they just figments of our own imagination?