take me to the land
where the hearts bloom,
and fairy tales are told.
away from the immaculate teeth
of sharp reality.
where wonder-walls exist,
and rivers run in perfect symphonies

away from where i am now
- from the point in my head,
that sunlight doesn't reach.

standing in the valley,
he took the base of a great mountain
and tried to throw it into the sea,
the wind blew and the trees shook,
but it did not move.
an angel came by and spoke
"climb"
and he spent every day for the
rest of his life
getting ready to climb that mountain