where everythings possible

May 25, 2011
Who said trees cant be blue, and the sea cant be white?
Who said the drops were morning dew, and that yellow thing was light?
Why cant they be the fairies' tears, as they wandered through the night?
And the yellow is the pixies' dust, left over after a fight?!
Blue trees are surely there, in that land far away
That land on which no men land or touch its silver bay!
The land where beasts cease to exist, and unicorns roam free
A land completely covered by mist, and can be all that it can be

When did we lose its map? We can no longer vividly see
What was once the land of miracles, to which our minds would flee
In times of trouble, it times of stress, or in times of pure joy
In the times when things turned into a mess, as if specifically to annoy
All it took was to picture it in your mind, and instantly youd drift there
A world for yourself to be, one you would never have to share

But alas, as the short years spun by, that safe harbour turned hazy
When the image would sprout in your head, youd dismiss it cause its crazy

I dont want to grow up, but if to grow up i must
Let me be, under my blue tree
Growing by the pixie dust!!!

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