I would love to write a book and make others care
have ideas what with people I can share
dream a thought make new beings out of air
be the creator of it all write where I should choose
no one but me can decide what my world will be
I could have not just one sun but three
the whole planet sinking in a rocking sea
In my book anything would be possible
If you believe it then it is so
you have nowhere to be and nowhere to go
time has no meaning there's just ebb and flow
in the place I will imagine magic is the norm
Fly if you wish and touch the tallest tree
bend like a river around the rock with me
lay like the moss does and be forever free
no matter what you choose always keep a dream
and what if it was more than a dream what if my writings were real what if like harold and his magic crayon whatever I wrote came true. I could do what I want with just my words on paper and anything could happen, oh what a world that would be. And even so in the world we are now my words could make worlds and make all of it real for with a little imagination anyone can believe.
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