Carry On

		Running through fields of flowers.
			Let the day pass, don't alter a thing.
				Let fantasy take us away
					when natural things no longer satisfy.

		A dream world of years, cracked and yellowed.
			Drained of magic over weeks and months.
				Finally it lays there, melting and wilting
					decaying away, eaten by ants.

		The day has come to build a new dream
			conceive it,
				design it,
					craft it,
						test it,
					the stuff that will make it a reality.

				Don't let it trap you in a glass globe.
					Shatter it,
						remake it,
							before you get old.

		Withdraw in it
			live in it
				when times are too tough.
					Come back outside without a toll.