thats enough of reality, thank you.

take me to fantasy land,
where the sky is pink and clouds made of cotton candy;
dogs talk, birds chirp, and everyone has a tune in their voice;
a skip in our walks,
no shops no stops,
apple dotted trees, crystal flowing water,
winter summer autumn spring;
no clothes no electrical sockets,
just the sunshine pathway to the moon-lit stone,
and everyday is but a song.