Relics from a 7th grade notebook

Give me worlds beyond our own

Crafted from the the finest stone

Where "real" and magic both can roam

Tell me it could be my home.

Give me angels that fly free

Let me bask in their company

Give me wondrous fantasy

That is where I'd rather be.

Give me words of mystic steel

Emotions only I can feel

Demons kept in ancient seals,

Just don't remind me

It's

Not

Real.

When you pull me back to here

Let me keep a souvenir

My thoughts, my heart, the songs I hear

I'll always keep my daydreams near.