Take me to that part of the forest,
Where weeds are flowers
And the birds of imagination sore high.
Where the phoenix never turns to ash
And the unicorns gallop along the shore;
As the mermaids sing lullabies,
To the resting fairies
And the light is warm and inviting.
Walk me through the water.
Swim me through the grasslands
And take me where the arbitrary is real.