I thought....

Stay a while
And dream with me
Of things not real
And how we want them to be.
Lets create a land
Where all are free
And a song is on every tongue,
A place where no one
Writes mushy poems
Just like this one
Where we can sit around
And dream dreams
Of reality and what
It would be like
If suddenly we were there,
Where nothing is free
And hate is in every heart,
A place where everyone
Writes mushy poems
Just like this one, wishing for our land....
Ahhh, save me from the monotony
And I swear I sall
Never write another poem
Just like this one!