At the Foothill of Fantasy
At the foothills of fantasy I live
Keeping away from reality I live
Where ignorance is blessing I live
On dat beautiful level of existence I live
Day dreamer dey call me
I m
A seeker of dreams
I m
Not bothered of labels, carefree
I m
I belong to myself
Self obsessed
I m dream or reality
It may b anything
So b it
The biber of dark honey
So b it
A dark uncertainty gathers around
So b it
For
The chain dat binds the skies
I have
No flowers get pure perfume in my hand
I have
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