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,

My horse.