I shall wander to my hearts content
till my heart is full with wandering
And then I shall wander inside my head
to all the places still beckoning
I've heard rumours of one such place
that is not of this dusty-old earth
somewhere between the stars they say
In the shadows, hidden by an ancient curse
Home to beings so strange your eyes cannot deceive
how they roam the milky-clouds of make-believe!
where violet seas churn frothy-foam upon the virgin shores
of this place i imagine, this world, this realm of lore
I write with my senses, in thoughts and feelings
about life's fragrances caught in infinite ceilings
I paint with my heart, in colours, only i can see
over the canvass, of my world, of make-believe
