Bamboozle

In her ever deepest reverie,She dwells in a place filled with fantasy,Where her wildest dreams really happen,Where all the possibilities do widen,

Sceneries around surely are picturesque,Everything’s just so grotesque,The surroundings are oh so pretty,Indeed nothing like reality,

From a mountain in the middle of the cabins,To the bright sky and its daily habits,It all continues the cycle with so much love,All seem to be looking up.

Pacing around the dessert wasteland, Makes music good as those of the band’s,Matching sets of marching clocks,Has gotten time to stop for those at the docks,

This surreptitious getaway place, Gives a lot of seclusion and space,With no trace of skepticism,Does it replete her heart with much optimism,

But all those beautiful things with so much fun,Can’t be as bright and perfect as the sun,Every fairytale has its own downfall,And now hers is off to hit the wall.

The dark clouds startle to get to her safest haven,Everything starts to get dark and shaken,And feels like the sky is to fall down on you,Things begin to grow black and blue.

Her own little world of magic,Built to escape a life so catastrophic,Made her come to a great realization,That reality needs a bit more of appreciation,

Even our own make believe places,Can become dark and paved with haze,So better keep you feet down on the ground,When your head is up in the clouds profound.

- nuff.. [30.12.11]