• When things are not pleasant, like gentle streams,
    and nothing seems like peaches and creams.
    That's when I take to my dreams,
    And I suddenly grow wings.

    I fly across vast seas and oceans,
    past the notions of bad emotions.
    There's magical spells and wonderful potions,
    And all kinds of whimsical beings.

    There's sunny days and starry nights,
    and fairy sprites with bright lights.
    There's funny pirates in tight tights,
    discovering all sorts of things.

    My vision dulls and all turns gray,
    but I want to stay and play all day.
    And just when I think I find a way,
    That's when my alarm clock rings.