When I was small I liked to imagine

I would sit in the bath and wish

I was tiny enough to swim

In and out of tunnels and caves made of bubbles

Warm and safe in my own little world

Later I would dream that I could fly

Hover as an eagle above the world

Riding the currents of the air

How I would wish

To sing like an angel

To dance like a fairy

How I would yearn for magic

How I would long to be transported to a world of wonder

But the world is mundane

And so are you and I

For magic we must go

Back to a child’s imagination

Back to the world inside our heads