The Magic Ship
A dream exists
A dream amidst
a forest
A dream dreamt by many
Can soon become reality
As this one did
Dreamt from the depths of a creative mind
Created by strength out of the dreaming time
Into reality this dream did sail
To create this amazing tale...
In the Age of the Dark
The Age of Destruction
Before the Age of Change
A light of Foresight was ignited
Though many did find it strange
It came in time
Came at a sign
it was needed
The seed was sown
And now its grown
Into....
A living dream
Find this living dream
And make it part of your own..
Find this living dream
Though diffulcult it may seem
Journey first through black and ash
Past the monstors of destruction
Past the grounds of desecration
Past the rows of mass production
Through the lands of the past
To the lands of forever
Where life begins once more
Find this living dream
Traverse the past country
Undertake the journey
To discover what life can be
When the bounds of comfort are shed
When you give yourself to being led
By the dreams
Journey on the twist and bends
To the place where death ends
Where the damaged and weary can land to mend
And find a home
The road long travelled can finally end
No longer doomed to roam
To find that place
Safe...
Here you can explore the dreamland
With life in your hand.
Find this Living dream
In the midst of a forest
In the depths of a valley
In the boughs of a tree
In the bowels of a ship
Backdropped by sunshine mist
Sealed with the precious kiss
of water
The living dream so long sought after
Is found
The living dream
Forever now.
A ship built by hope
In the middle of a road
Destined to encroach and destroy
Is deterred
and the process of destruction reversed
Into an act of Creation
Reclamation
Of life and dreams
The Living Dream
Sail it down the stream
Until the river seam
Teeming with the dreams
Of the Magic Ship
That slips smoothly past the turbulence of humanity
Emerging gracefully into the mists of life
Dispelling the tensioned ropes of strife
She sails
We choose comfort and lose the dream
Beware those soft nooks of comfort
Much is lost to their dark crannies
Soft dark places whose tendrils
slowly entwine you snare you
Carry you lulled and lost
Numbed by their constant tender pulse
Escape if you dare to dream
You must
For the world will be lost to the crannies of comfort
And the dreams to the dark
Escape if you dare to dream
You must
You must
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