I Was So Lucky That I Didn't

If You Are A Dreamer Come In If You Are A Dreamer A Wisher A Liar A Hoper A Pray-er A Magic-bean-buyer If Youre A Pretender Com Sit By My Fire For We Have Some Flax Golden Tales To Spin Come In! Come In!

I Am Writing These Poems From Inside A Lion.

Don't Be Dependent On Anyone Else. I Want To Go Everywhere, Look At, And Listen To Everything. You Can Go Crazy With Some Of The Wonderful Stuff There Is In Life.

At Night My Mind Does Not Much Care If What It Thinks Is Here Or There. It Tells Me Stories, It Invents And Makes Up Things That Don't Make Sense. I Do Not Know Why It Does This Stuff. The Real World Seems Quite Weird Enough.

The Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There, To Those Mysterious Lands You Long To See. Through Gypsy Camps And Swirling Arab Fair, And Moonlit Woods Where Unicorns Run Free. So Come And Walk Awhile With Me And Share The Twisting Trails And Wondrous Worlds I've Known. But This Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There. The Last Few Steps You Have To Take Alone.