• Now you are at the place,
    Of never-ending fantasy.
    A pinch to the skin,
    And you cannot leave,
    Pain doesn't exist.

    So I put on the glowing dress,
    Seems silly really,
    To wear such splendor,
    When I'm stuck in a world,
    Full of evil and bad guys,
    Cause over and over again,
    I do the same old monotonous thing,
    I have to get it perfect,
    Before you can move on,
    To the next task,
    And from the next task,
    I fall a hundred feet,
    As my toes slip on the stair,
    And I'm flying, I'm falling,
    Losing 100 hp.

    Waking in sunlit suburbia,
    She rubs her eyes and sighs,
    Did she ever complete that level?
    Did she ever get the guy?
    But her memory is perforated,
    And images fade like mist,
    Picks up a pen and writes a poem,
    Of a dream she has now lost.