Tell me of this world 

where chocolate roses bloom

Where eyes and heart are not apart

in what they truthfully assume

Tell me of this place you know

where imagination’s real.

where minds need not to wander off

nor their dreams ever conceal 

In that world, the here and now

is better than what could be.

The work of art is satisfied 

here in the dreamer’s apogee

And as I stare into this chocolate rose

I sheepishly propose,

that after you tell me what’s in your head,

that you would take me there instead.