Green tile, red trim and oaken door
Tired feet, I'll travel no more.
The inn it calls my name this eve
I'm to bed, the day to grieve.

Another world of unicorns and castles,
Errant knights and serfs and vassals.
Not business plans or adjudications,
The land of Faerie minus frustrations.

'Tis high adventure to rescue the Queen,
A noble quest, if you know what I mean.
Beauty and contest, tumble and joust,
Sell your soul to Mephisto like Faust.

The Age of Reason kills complete the soul
Mechanism of degradation, swallowing whole.
Where may we pioneer in our spirits need,
Beyond soulless engineering and greed?

The final frontier is our imagination,
Far away yet right behind our eyes.
Open your mind and perhaps you will find
A universe of joy and daily surprise.