There are times,
When the mind can spill over,
and tip out essences of unreality.
This is just make believe.
Dreams...just dreams.
Of hero play, of lightning beams.
Its just a bunch of child's play.
But thats OK.
Earth isn't too great anyway.
And so we ran away,
far, far away.
Though there are nasties,
along the way.
Thats the way I liked it.
Craved it.
Adventure.
Inside your own shrill pretending mind.
And this is just a picture,
a story,
like a silly little story.
Dancing through me.
This hero must go far,
its said so in the story.
I wonder by...
If he will return.
Will he come back to me?
Am I really on his team?
Beaming lights are around me.
Everything is adventurous fun.
So I'll let it be.
Nothing more,
nothing less,
Then harmless, pointless child's play.
