There are times I like to escape from here,

Away from all this mess handed out from life.

Through my dreams’ and Imagination there’s a place to go,

A fantasy created by myself that only I hold.

Come with me on a journey Inside,

To my playground built for me, a place I can hide.

In my mind, I keep out that of which I choose,

Letting In only wishes of my perfect reality.

There’s a land of which I’ve come to find,

It’s a secret place, a playground In my mind.

Keith Garrett

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