All my little heart desires, is for the great beyond.
Leave landings and chase trains of thoughts,
Where it matters not how little it’s size.
Draw once, twice— perchance— thrice the unlucky lots.
Then, with luck, might it see that I grow wise.
Dream dreams for sure too huge for my heart.
Much rather I drown than live dreary.
Then will it seem that life be a living art.
Play pretend till such a time it comes my way,
Set sail! Set sail! Ahoy the blue seas,
Never again shall I envy by the bay.
Be as free, as free as can be,
Then more, perhaps, like Hobbits in shire, I’ll berth my own beyond.