A lily pad shall be my boat
Music playing all around
My imagination to keep me afloat
The distant ring of a playful harp
A piano playing minor chords
My vision had never been so sharp
Laying amongst Queens and Lords
Yet I knew it was fake
An illusion to escape my mind
But no matter what imaginary path I take
I come to the same bind
Do I trudge on? Of course I do!
A scar upon my heart
I look to it, too
And never, from life, shall i part
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