Majestic Frontiers
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind.
Unknown horizons beckon,
Logic defying adventures await.
With one final gaze
Toward my unknown destination,
On a quest to find my father.
Mom said he left before I was born.
He won’t be hard to find,
‘Cause she said I look just like him,
But I hold the key of returning.
The ball of yarn he should have used,
To find his way, back to us...
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For Constance's 'A Magical Journey' Contest
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