What a pity
You say
Your imagination
Ran away
Oh what dreadful pain
Confined in the mundane
Norms and trends
Who could bare it
March in place
Daily grind
Walls encroach
A free mind
No restraint
Remove the chains
Frolicking in fields
Standing on chairs
Stabbing windmills
Dancing gleefully unaware
Capturing reluctant smiles
Making unlikely friends
Flying with dragons
Proper tea with Queens
Selling a ponytail
For prices obscene
Trading precious stones
For more precious friends
Wistfully spinning
Happy endings
This is where life begins
Stabbing Windmills 