My Dreams: An Original Jetlok Poem
In what other place am I unbound?
Am I free to leap and fly around?
Am I able to express my feelings so truly?
Am I able to treat people, nicely or cruelly?
In what other place do I have the knack?
To be quick as a whip and sharp as a tack?
To be able to battle and best any foe?
To be able to say, "Mathematics I know!"
In what other place is perfection so near?
Where everyone is full of happiness and cheer?
Where such things as money are forever unknown?
Where an evil king's crown shall ne'er be bestown?
In what other place but my dreams could this be?
Could I behave in a manner so wild and free?
Could I be champion of strength and smartness?
Could the world be free of impending darkness?