The handheld ticket of the worldly escape
takes its turn as moments take a cease
the time has ripened in season
where all erodes and is left behind
as I dream of a place far away
that empty castle waiting to be filled
decorated with stars and special furs
overlooking the meadows on the lake
where their reflection says more than words
where their straws and reeds sway and raise
Upon valleys of truth, by the grooves
where my heart will cruise and parade
The song is perfused in the air
showing the other part of me on a distance land
without a care, impermeable and floating
as I feel the change, by the touch of the roses
and how the petals drool to testify the variance