My fictitious dream

“Chronicles of Narnia”, wardrobe to enter
life on other side brighter even in winter
slow fiction, better life fixing
Dream of royalty and reality mixing

Oh Narnia, how I wish your door has no return
the land of manner, how I wish it never end
nice, sleek, snow and colorful adventure
with my closed eyes and sniffing for pleasure

Obstacles to Narnia, wardrobe to consider
sole disciple, travelling with my own key of power
dreams are mine, and mine alone to convert
fictions are there, here it is to insect

Wake me not dear mother
if I can’t move, don’t bother
the joy on the other side, you can’t measure
no stain, no pain, no torture

Oracles of Narnia, show me no Exit
accept me even if I am not fit
Take my future, don’t take me back to me
give me conditions, set me not free”

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