Once upon a time
far in mind and far away,
I searched for a treasure gold.
I wanted anything, even a dime
to make this journey worth its stay.
Even if I could take back what I told.

It could be something magical.
I have heard of a fair princess
whose rescuing is required,
but sadly it would be impractical
to put myself through such stress
if I am not the prince so desired.

I walked along a pebbled road
and decided that none of this is real,
for my imagination I did fail.
Of this conclusion it did bode
that I had lied when I did kneel.
Why would I want to be in such a tale?

I did not join their fair fold
and so I will have retired
from the land to which I was to entail.
Even if I could take back what I told,
if I am not the prince so desired,
why would I want to be in such a tale?