How I love my little world

Of lies

And pretty butterflies.

That whirl and twirl and swirl

All around me

As I dream away

To another day

Far from my misery.

Oh, how I love my sheltered place,

My haven inside my mind

Where I leave my doubts behind

And escape life's ever-running race.

Who really needs veracity?

I don't want to return

To the real world and learn

How I'll never be free.