• Sometimes life can be too real. So I must live on how i feel. When what I feel, seems too surreal, I enter a different land... Sometimes life can throw a curve. A simple thing, can pinch a nerve. So trivial, yet so absurd, I become a different man... As this man, in my hidden land, my inner child I take by hand, we laugh, we play, we sing and dance, but never do we ever glance, at a single problem. From where we stand, there isn't such a thng as pain. Cause life can throw a lot of lemons... But all we drink is lemonade. The wind will whistle a hidden song. The temperatre comforts u all day long. But even once the sun is gone... Since the moon is bright, and the night is long... The creatures always dance and play, until your problems fade away. Then the love of your dreams appears to say...

    [Drill SGT: SMITH!!!!! GET YOUR SORRY A** TO THE OTHER END OF THAT OBSTICAL COURSE NOW!!!YOU PATHETIC,UNORGANIZED,GRABASTIC, EXCUSE OF A SAILOR!!!! MOVE IT!!! MOVE IT!!!! MOVE IT!!!!]

    Well, it was good while it lasted