I'm building myself a Castle in the Sky
Away from the Noise, closer to The Mind—
Above Grey Land, up in Harlequin Cloud
Where Thoughts are Free to scream out loud—
Where a Haunted Mind, and a Hunted Heart
Can Safely Indulge in their Boundless Art—
Where Leisure Releases Beauty from Chain
And with every new Moon, it happens Again!—
A Cathedral of Words built in Hurricane Winds
Where the largest of Birds will become our Friends
A Funeral for the World—we'll host and invite
Absolutely no one, purely out of Spite!
And Words will Spill out, Consuming the Dance Floor
The Pen never stopping,—always asking for More!
The Wings of our Friends spread wide and gliding—
Eyes fully Open, and Dreams out of Hiding—
At the close of each evening, we'll cheers "once more!"
From this, we shall never, tire nor bore!
Every Day—Renewed, and every Night—Imbued
With the Magical Tactics of Stratospheric Hues.
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