I could step inside the mirrors of reality
But my eyes get lost in colors of steel grey
I could speak to the smell of normality
Yet my mind strolls along Montego Bay
Feeling sand under foot in the summer time
Hear islands call my name in laughter's dreams
I lie beneath the shadowing of a silver lime
But reality spoils illusions, it always seems
I walk vacant streets, see children sit and stare
Plaintive cries born of hunger fill their nights
Must I stand amid starvation gaunt and bare?
Can't I lie amid nature's own to take my flights?
As the leaves brush my face with gentle strokes
A deer stops to rest beside golden pond
I'll close all pages on reality's cruelest jokes
And once again, feel the wind's magic wand
