My life, a stage, what more can I say?
The scenery is key.
The set, bitter winter, brightened by day,
A warm, airy home by the sea.
The actors have faces like snowflakes,
They dance, they whirl, they fall.
A pirate, a witch, a baker that makes,
Cakes that loom seven feet tall.
Here lies an escape, imprisonment broken,
Characters are keys to such cages.
A crossroads watcher asking for token,
Herbs and spices, magic for mages.
This world where I reign, with your eyes can't be seen,
It exists in your heart, all the places you've been.














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