The World in My Head

I used to dream in the world in my head,

let my imagination take flight as the buildings went by.  

I could dream up wild elephants from Africa, or starships from space 

but I guess it all flew away like my innocence did.  

 

See somewhere between Neverland and Narnia, 

I traded my wings for a job and a desk.  

It's all that I wanted, it's all that I need,

I guess it looked different in my head.  

 

So here I sit, awaiting time's end

before I clock out and begin it again,

but every so often, out of the corner of my eye

I see a small little elephant smiling back at me.  

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