Through woods of change
I chase my dreams,
In a world I rearrange
With changing themes.
A future in the wild
With all it's riches,
Where my inner-most child
Has me in stitches.
If life is but a dream within a dream,
Then this world is mine
And with sunbeams and joyful screams
I shall pass MY time.
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