Clustered in me,
Is a thought of escape,
From the realms of reality,
A desire to delve into the darkest secrets of fantasy,
A hope to drown myself,
In the River of Eternity,
And yet come back and wake up,
In the lap of my earthly existence.

Deep down in the womb of the earth,
Lives a little unicorn,
It hasn't grown from the days forgotten,
It has been pressed, obscured by Men,
Forced to live like a thought,
Which finds no heed....
I picked it up on my arms,
Fed it with the Grass of Hope,
Took it with me, as I walked past the hill.

Today I lie,
On the green meadow,
Overlooking the vast sea,
The air caresses with my face,
Cleans it, washes away all the guilt,
I had accumulated along my life,
I sit still and watch the birds searching their way,
Back to home at the dusk,
After the day's ordeal...

I too hope to come back,
I too wish that I could go all the way
To the middle of the ocean,
And suddenly stop flapping my wings,
So that I fall on my face,
Upon the salty ocean water.
And drown, as deep as my mortal body can,
That I reach the little unicorn,
Pick it up on my arms,
Feed it, pat it on it's back,
And carry him back,
To the dull, mundane existence called Life.