When things got tough in college
I had a threat I'd always make
"I'm running away to Iceland"
I'd adore never ending summer days
Of road trips to seek out hot springs
And camping wherever my feet take me
Icelandic folklore is steeped in magic
It makes me want to dance on volcanoes
With the lava demons from hekla
But mostly I'd love to be a part of
A culture that isn't afraid of failure