Why do we have minds,
So creative and talented?
To break the shackles of the present,
Travel back and forth in time.
Oh, how pleasant it is,
To see a garden in a classroom,
The ocean in the bedroom,
To be the princess of our ballroom,
Aren\'t imaginary people better?
The sun is smiling at me,
The moon tells me what the sun did for him,
The stars keep nodding to my stories,
See there! The 100 hundred colors of the rainbow.
What a talent it is,
For souls to wander,
In their minds,
With eyes open wide.
When reality makes it harder,
Let your mind wander,
And conquer your reveries.