There once was an island
further than any boat had reached
And she sat there in silence.
Alone, but at ease.
A spell was upon her.
Her body could never leave,
but her mind would travel multitudes your eye could not conceive.
When the night sky is your only friend,
when you're tired of playing pretend,
when the ground under your feet
feels like no more than a dream,
and you're in over your head
and your instincts are not fed,
well, you're not free.
You don't feel free.
There's no time to be on that island with me, far away from the city,
from the litter and poverty,
from the fast-paced monotony.
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