To Utopia

To Utopia Strolling up along a rocky mountain pass to a world so green, so very full of grass. Travelling up along to pastures new in a world so very clear under a sky so blue. We arrive at the country of 'No time at all' not in this realm of space, in the shire of 'Nowhere' in a town called 'Someplace'. Now Someplace boasts proudly a colourful array a dreamtown in nowhere with a brighter breezier way, as the towering medievil buildings transparent or colourfully opaque reflect thoughtfully onto the tranquil lake: Within illuminated illusions under a pleasurable poisoned yellow sky cleaning myself of reality delightfully I cry, a mana in the wilderness the smells of intrigue and allure don't want to find an antidote let's forget about a cure.