What was once a pleasant dream
Is now a nightmare that makes him scream;
There was once a time he had aspired to conquer the whole wide World
The blazing deserts to the pleasant vales
The towering mountains to the roiling oceans
But now all he does is wait to slowly grow old
Aging like the great trees with withering branches and curling barks
His mind slowly eroding like the great mountains turning to dust
What were once ideals that he used to chase
Seem no more than the elven forest' s maddening haze;
Where the truth be an illusion and the illusions be the truth
He now asks the question, " what be meant by reality?"
"What's the use of a reality where I be unhappy" he ponders to the best of his mind's ability
" What's the harm in living an illusion" he comes to a dreary conclusion
And with that, to those fantastical illusions he swears his fealty;
To the elven queen he gives his loving loyalty
The world labels him mad
And the doctors sigh" too bad"
Somewhere in the neighborhood a boy asks his pappy
"Dad I remember you said the point of life was to be happy"
"Yea that right Skippy"
" Dad I think the mad man's Happy!"
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