It's all I can imagine anymore
The work and stress chasing away all my dreams

By tomorrow I won't recall
The centaur-witch and her overworld

And the charm, a bangle
Across his wrist

To travel from here
To her otherworld

And I want a moment to be wistful, just a moment
Before I have to fight these stack of papers

(She wrote with foxquills on parchment and sleeve)

More than a moment to dream again
Before I worry about money

(She drew with needles on sleeves and glass)

I, suddenly dropping everything and running away
Escape's all I can imagine anymore

By tomorrow I shan't recall
The centaur-witch and her overworld...