I live on the edge of reality, on the pathway to a dream,
Where love is outlined in a sort of speckled gleam,
Where we don’t fight, but talk out our problems and lend each other our ears,
Where calming peace overrides all hatred, overrides all our fears.
I fantasize of such a place and put myself there,
I ignore the harshness in front of me that I simply cannot bear,
I’m a coward at best – a foolish dreamer at her worst,
And I dive into falsified miracles headfirst.
And your eyes will glisten soon enough with the same lustful, hopeful sheen,
Don’t haste yourself, don’t hurry, my dear, you’ll get what I mean,
Just sit yourself upon the throne of the castle, let yourself be free,
Imagine your very own kingdom, a place of reverie.
Come now, don’t lose your way, come to where I stand,
Forget all else, we’ve created our own little Promised Land.