A land of magic, of madness, of love;
A place where reality is, but, talked of;
Where we can dive into the words;
Into the creases of white, as free as birds.
A journey past the dungeon and the mill;
Through the forests, Olympus and Brazil;
Till finally we reach the very apex of the mountain;
Only to fall as the hero’s blood fountains;
But up we climb once again and soon;
The warm feeling of their reuniting lights up the room;
When suddenly in the distance is a shout, a call to sleep;
However, just this once we don’t want to leap.
We don’t want to leap into this world of pain;
The land of sorrow, of distress, of rain;
This story is the world we wish to be in;
This story is the world we wish to stay in.