How We Passed the Hours

Pretend just for a little bit, what it would be like
to write a story of your own

From the reality you take for granted, and turn it to fantasy
To send yourself on a far away journey

A wonderful escape from the present
Across your newly discovered sea

You could occupy your mind
With visions of a stage

Hanging your thoughts
Those of tedious chores to save you tomorrow

This is how I may pass my hours
Which will leave them safe and sheltered

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