Well, here I am, its nothing new.
But in a dream, away I flew.
Out beyond the land so green.
Out beyond the deep blue sea.
Just by where the old sun sets;
A place with a happiness nothing has met.
A place where green mingles with gold.
A place where no story goes untold.
Surrounded not by walls of stone,
And life is left all alone.
The tall trees make this forest grand,
And there are more colors than just desert sand.
The chickadees sing and play in flight,
With, even, the lion and all his might.
And in the center of this wonderful world
Lay vines of green, twisted and curled.
Surrounding a bench never made,
And there to sit, I am bade.
Always warm, and always light,
It draws from me all thoughts of fright,
And takes it down to a place unknown,
Where all the garbage is happily thrown.
To disappear and never come back,
I start again with a brand new stack.
And from this place there is a road.
And down it I’ll walk, as I am told.
Back to time, where I exist,
Where I always know I can handle this.
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