It’s  good life yonder
A misty world, swirling, silent cold mist
Creeping on you so silently, taking you in its embrace,
A cold cuddle you may call it,
I feel safe, protected against the cracked , dry, drooling faces,
Of the real world.
I live as I may, I laugh and cry and scream and stifle my voice,
On my own free will,
I love and I hate , I smile and I snarl
On my own free will.
This is my land, my own land, my fantasy land.