The Most Lovley Lies of All

Sometimes;

After being so tired living in a world of hurt and infinite exhaustion

We may see or hear a tale

Of some fantasy far far away...

Within the dark woods of a lost forest

Or within the pound of an infinite glade

Or even within a cottage by a creek.

And then we experience this tale in our minds

And it comes to take a rest there for a while

In our own little homestead.

And we don't want to leave

Back into the hard world that has hurt us so

That maybe, starting again wouldn't be so bad

But here we are

But there they will be

The most lovely lies of all.