I miss a place that I have never been to,
Somewhere so mystical only exists in mind.
To find it you must go through and through
The wrinkles of the brain inside my head.

Used to play there when I was a little kid,
And it used to be the grave I was meant to be buried.

Unilluminated by any external sources.
Yet it had this soft glow that embraced the eyes.
You could clearly see in the morning
But would dream some parts in the evening.
Truly a magnificent ontology
Surrounded by one’s imagery.

There was not a single clock.
You could hear no tick-tock.
Incenses were burnt to tell time.
One I remember smelled just like a lime.
It makes the memory vivid
When the time is this lucid.

Believe me, it is a magical place.
Nobody knows where it lies.
I spent my youth to find its secrets.
All left in my hand was
These meaningless barrens.

Nostalgia truly bends the reality.
Can you call it that way
If it is only imaginary?
I am so stray, so stray…