There once was a young boy, trapped in fantasy

And every day he’d think about the things he wished could be

His head was filled with dragons, his heart was filled with awe

He was enraptured and enchanted with the things only he saw

The advantages were many to a world sewn in magic thread

He knew no pain or hunger but knew adventure instead

He thought that this arrangement was as perky as could be

For a universe to call your own is a lovely luxury

But as he lived he thought and saw the real world quite unfit

Filled with sorrow and with pain, with hunger and with grit

In fact as he grew up it became more than he could bear

And the young boy decided that he’d spend no more time in there

But as he drooled away in an asylum, from this world fled

He kept thinking about all the folks still trapped outside his head

Wishing that there could be an end to all the people’s pain

He left the world of fantasy for the world of the insane

And from his padded cell did he focus on our world that day

And with a mighty mental strain he imagined it away