*dedicated to my good mate Flis, who's idea it was...
Stinky blue cheese...

Lying on my single bed
I gaze hazily at the ceiling...

Nervous though I am
I know what is happening...

Way above land, in a place of freedom
Unbounded by rules, breaking all logic...

One day you'll run
One day you'll fly...

I've returned and I'm back
People still here; faces of recognition...

There she lies
In gentle sleep...

From beneath the shaded tree
I lay there reading, thinking, dreaming...

Tender darkness creeps and crawls
As the spread of evil falls...

The years pass by
My life goes on...

That feeling that I've lost something
That wasn't ever there...

This place I've created
This land in my mind...