The stars look wholly ordinary now.
When did I last stop searching for Mars?
When did my eyes stop seeking dragons?
All the magic of common life
Has left me here a lonely person.
No more do I search for dreams,
Nor Narnia or Oz, just for
Other ways to sleep away the waking world
So I may leave it all behind.
When did the darkness grow so deep?
When was hope reduced to escape?
Have I no other way to survive?
I search for life with happiness,
But I can tell no one around me
Can claim to having it.
All that’s left to search within
Is ordinary stars.