The Land Of Doesn’t Have To Be

there is a land not
far from the ears
of sound
the eyes of sight can’t see
it’s over the trees
you’ll be there by
tomorrow’s breeze

few people get there
quick by their chosen
road
they don’t know it quicker to go
by natural velocity

there is a wall of
doubt surrounding
everything that’s there
children fair
they ride there
on the dreamy mare

and at the great big gate
waiters wait
they must fill the form
denounce the norm
they are torn
twixt praise and scorn

and in the dawning dawn
yawners yawn
not knowing they’ve been
or they’ve seen
what they’ve seen
or never seen