The Land That Cannot Be

The Land That Cannot Be

I live in a land that cannot be,
my heart and soul are there set free,
where secret loves let passions flow,
where never – never love is allowed to grow.

I live in a land of born to be free,
living amongst animals who play with me,
high on a mountain top, by the deep blue sea,
where waters run free, life comes alive with glee.

I live in a land where nothing goes wrong,
where all is well and peace is love’s song,
where hearts beat true, work is just a pun,
where old friends and new share in all the fun.

I live in a land that brings harmony to the throng,
where all sit together, holding hands all day long,
where urchins and creatures play games as I watch,
laughing and giggling along with my silly Sasquatch.

I live in a land where age no longer matters,
where everyone lives with rhythm of pitter-patters,
where boys and girls make love until dark,
then dream of it all while sleeping in the park.

I live in a land that is not meant to be,
where true love exists for you and me,
where life is a dance, where lively we prance,
where love is free to bloom in a land full of romance.

I live in a land where secrets are fun to play,
jokes are silly pokes by folks in life’s foray,
where time and space stand still, dying is forbidden,
love goes on where nothing is ever really hidden.

I live in a land where loves, old and new, brew,
where jealousy and worry give way to a love more true,
where life is an adventure of splashing in a stream
sitting in green meadows, passions swell, eyes all agleam.

I live in a land where all my dreams come true,
where life is a foible of fantasies, never being blue,
where harm never comes from just being me,
where my love is freely given and you are always free.

I live in a land where love and charm are meant to be,
where wars are just games, a challenge to set me free,
where video machines are free to bend rules of the road,
where boys play gleefully, girls always kiss a loving toad.

I live in a land where life is always easy
where giving and making love will never be sleazy,
as passions flow givingly and always freely,
as juices well up to explode ever so ideally.

I live in a land that cannot be,
existing inside me, a loving, transcendental me,
overcoming life’s struggle to evermore be free,
loving who I am and what I have come to be.

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