Words can paint such beautiful pictures;
Of dreams and of loves,
And of hardship and of pain.
And in those worlds of words
I find a world more wonderful
Than this ignoble shape of reality.
Where politeness is a must,
And business and greed run amuck.
And while I wile away my daytime hours
Sitting and staring at a wall.
Most real people would think me mad
But my friends just find me normal
And there I learn my strangeness not a sin
But a special trait that should not be ignored.
And I ride off into the sunset of glory
On top of my handsome prince,