if only dreams existed
and people thoughtlessly drifted
In what we called sleep
where the frogs jumped not leap
where the sun is a pretty shade of blue
where mushroom's grew on faces and shoes

but where did my imagination go?
where are the unicorns and rainbows?
Now I'm entangled in a rose
outside you see a flower
that beautifully grows
inside is an abyss a dark pit
A place where my dreams
used to gallantly drift