Through The Window, Dreaming

There is somewhere through the window
disconnected from this store,
there are dragons belching smokestacks
and ships that rive the ocean,
there are lives we should be leading
in deep woods with mossy carpets

we are dreaming of those somewheres
and those lumberjacks and sailors,
we are wishing we were knighted
in the time we are allotted.

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