When no longer can I stand the way
Things stay the same day after day
I take up a pen, and fly away.
Borne on Dragon's wings with haste
Off to see some splendid place
Out of time, out of space.
It is here my heart resides,
In a world my dream provides
No matter where I may reside.
So when I find humanity
Has robbed me of my sanity
I indulge this vanity
This skill of mine to leave the frey
To build myself a brighter day
A way, in short, to fly away.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
When no longer can I stand the way
Things stay the same day after day
I take up a pen, and fly away.
Borne on Dragon's wings with haste
Off to see some splendid place
Out of time, out of space.
It is here my heart resides,
In a world my dream provides
No matter where I may reside.
So when I find humanity
Has robbed me of my sanity
I indulge this vanity
This skill of mine to leave the frey
To build myself a brighter day
A way, in short, to fly away.
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