The voice of the Buck toothed boy,
Whistles in the wind.
With an innocence, so sexy,
He hopes enough to dream,
Whilst sleep throughout the day,
Life can take you far that way.
Living eyes wide shut,
With trees, humming melodies,
Of worlds heard only in fairy tales,
That know, no fear of when,
With eyes wide open,
He dreams of nothing,
With much ambition, to dream.
(from www.alifeofrecluse.com my hypertext fiction)