Far From This Place

Far from this place
Exists the unattainable
And the unthinkable
And the unimaginable
Far from this place
Are marvels yet to be understood
Art yet to be made
Beauty yet to be harvested
Far from this place
Idle summers lie
Held in inscrutable secrecy
A glass orb
The mind of a child
And the dreams you grew out of
Every fantasy
Every indulgence
Every passing imaginary delight
Is far from this place
The search may seem impossible
But it is fitting
For such impossible rewards
Let us never give up the search
Never forget
What is far from this place