Childhood days
spent in a daze
in the land of the faraway tree.
Turning the pages
on future adventures
where unread words
were golden treasures.

Adult days
spent in a haze
in the land of factual news.
Scrolling through pages
full of aggression
where unread words
are a door to depression.

Carry me back
to those unscarred times
in the land of the faraway tree.
Rewind all the pages
filled with my history
Erase all the words,
restore to me mystery.