Going beyond where we've gone
and even before
we went where the
wolves stood and
howled at the door
and the three piggywigs
squealed.


Sealed in and feeling somewhere
someone's shielding
the real me from
forgers and forgery
from wizards and sorcery
and no one wonders
where we got it so wrong.


But the magic's not gone
it's under the toadstool
it
fools the unwary
and the blind
who don't see
the colours of the rainbow

where the eyes goes
I follow.

In the spell lies
the mystery
the answers to
what we see and
the dreams
of
the fancy free,

do you fancy a whirl?