There is a way to escape from this cold, harsh world:
into the realm of infinite possibilities and imagination,
where we spent most of our childhood.
We can sneak out through the back gate of the fuchsia garden,
and hide in the weeping willow trees.
We can climb to the top of the pine, and jump off so we could learn to fly.
There are places and things we haven't thought of before,
feelings and games we haven't tried.
We'll use this naivety and blissful ignorance
as a way to escape from our minds.
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诗歌My soul within rages like a sea--it crashes against this world like the waves ravage the shoreline.
