Wishful thinking of Adventure.
Do you ever dream of being able to fly?
Of being caught up in a huge battle?
Have you ever wanted an adventure?
Here I sit at my window, looking out.
Wondering about where I would go
if I could, leave all of this behind.
Start a new life? Would I go someplace
warm or cold, sunny or snowy.
Would I make new friends or just
morn the old. I'd left behind.
Should I find adventure? I ask myself,
longing for my feet to take me elsewhere.
If only I could travel into my books?
A new adventure in each and every one.
New friend's to make and cherish
on every page. I could live hundreds.
No millions of new lives, each one more fantastical
than the last. I could be a tinker,
solider, sailor or spy.
I could be a vampire, angel, demon, human,
endless possibilities live under fictional skies.
imagination I know, knows no bounds
for just one moment I would like to fly,
soar above it all in the clouds.
For just a second I want to feel the rush,
of deep, lasting emotion as I part with a loved one,
even if it is only for a day, I would like to live a
different life and not be me.