Who has the compass
And who has the key
We grow up awake
Slowly falling asleep
I’m not looking for
The place of my dreams
But where I can live
With reality
But sailors and monsters
Are not just in stories
There are dames in distress
And men seeking glory
There are dragons of sorts
And some talking trees
And people and things go missing
So mysteriously
Where to begin?
The path eludes me
Or mayhaps I’m on it
And only think I’m asleep
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