The foggy sky,
Painted in hue.
Of grey and white,
And a hidden blue.

The world is covered,
From head to toe,
With creatures undiscovered,
Like a dragon mole.

So venture carefully,
For you may find,
A Saber-toothed squirrel,
Or flying mice.

Carry your sword,
And a little potion too,
For the world needs saving,
And it's looking at you.

Through dangerous tunnels,
And on top of bridges you flew.
Your enemies lie defeated,
As you soldier through.

But alas your adventure,
Has come to an end.
By the voice unforgiving,
Announcing "get off at this station".

And as you walk,
Into your office space,
You see suited strangers,
The same you see everyday.

You avoid the mirror,
For what it shows,
The you that got defeated,
By villainous growth.