A hidden land of constant smiles,
Resting within these crumpled walls of paper.
Thousands of eyes squinted against the sun
Because it never rains here.
Sculpted lands of black and white,
Where everyone stands still
For longer than they ever have before.
Here is the world of harsh reality,
As you suddenly look back and realise
You’ve put on weight
Or that outfit you loved was just a mistake.
But here is the place where
You only grow old if you want to,
Where no one dies
Or cries themselves to sleep when they’re sure
That no one’s watching.
Here is the place of crisp gingham pinafores,
Dungarees and buckets and spades
And swings and picnics
And laughter
And laughter.
Here is the place of silent statues
Watching you with silent eyes.
People who you can’t quite remember
Gathering in a place you might have known.
Here is the place of innocent babies
Who never grow up to work in jobs they hate
With people who don’t really know them.
Here is the place of happily ever after,
Here is the place of my dreams.
