There is a secluded space, a quiet place,
Where thoughts like rainbows glow,
Reflecting all the things I feel,
Where childish urges flow.
I travel there quite often now,
On a train that knows it can.
I ride through forests green with lust,
Wanting things I never had.
I'm searching for the perfect world,
Where fantasies become the facts,
And dreams become reality,
When held within my grasp.