My soul is asking for movement-
Not to be trapped by things we call texts.

To turn a corner, or flip a switch-
to take to a world I dare not ditch.

Where everything is not as it seems-
a world full of wondrous dreams.

Where dragons fly and creatures stalk-
Never to hear the teacher's talk.

The books I carry along with me-
are gone forever, no longer be.

Not to be seen by normal eyes-
off I go, I say my byes.

This place I speak is close at bay-
I travel to it every day.

No one can stop me from going there-
to go and pet my soft white hare.

Reality's there-
but I don't care.

That's my way-
to lay in soft hay.

Over the Sea, Under the Sun-
the place where I can skip and run.

If you please, follow me-
to a place what can not be.