Literature
My Own Personal Celephais
Away,
Away to that place that exists only in our dreams,
Where trees touch the heavens,
And the oceans always reach out to touch the sky,
Where the coloration of every little thing,
Is based solely upon our wills,
Where we will exist in forever more.
Because,
The place that exists only when we open our eyes,
Says that we can not,
Coexist,
Where reality means pain,
And dreams mean comfort,
I will live for dreams,
Until I find my own personal Celephaïs.