It is on days like these
With the wind howling
Blowing my red curls
Around my face in a frenzy
Another tortured Medusa
That I can pretend
I possess some control
That I make my own reality
That my future is an alabaster
Pristine block of marble
Waiting for my skilful
Use of vision and chisel

Today is a beautiful day
Of dreamy make believe
You wanna go make
Daisy chains with me
Wish on a few stars
Make magic with me

I know a place…