To Utopia
Strolling up along a rocky mountain pass
to a world so green, so very full of grass.
Travelling up along to pastures new
in a world so very clear under a sky so blue.
We arrive at the country of ‘No time at all’
not in this realm of space,
in the shire of ‘Nowhere’
in a town called ‘Someplace’.
Now Someplace boasts proudly a colourful array
a dreamtown in nowhere with a brighter breezier way,
as the towering medievil buildings transparent or colourfully opaque
reflect thoughtfully onto the tranquil lake:
Within illuminated illusions under a pleasurable poisoned yellow sky
cleaning myself of reality delightfully I cry,
a mana in the wilderness the smells of intrigue and allure
don’t want to find an antidote let’s forget about a cure.
