I look out into space and I constantly stare.
At a distant land I know not where.
I’m in a world that has meaning only to me.
When I’m living in my world of fantasy.
I drift away many times it seems.
To my little world of fantastic dreams.
With my troubles behind, I’m in a world without cares.
And with a blink of an eye I’m transported there,
My world is soothing and suspended in time.
It’s where I go to relax my mind.
This is a world of my very own.
Where the dreams are mine, mine alone.
Nothing in the world ever matters it seems.
When I’m lost in my world of fantastic dreams.
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