Tender boy, his eyes are bright,
In a world made by him he plays.
Alone he acts, with muffled words,
In the halls of his mind he stays.

Little boy, away from the world,
With soldiers and heroes, he lives.
Unstained by hate, afraid of pain,
He hides in a world that forgives.

Dear blameless son, with gentle touch,
This refuge will pass before long.
Reality will dawn, with untimely speed,
You will wake to a world of wrong.

So, Builder, build your castles,
Monster, roar away.
Soldier, fight your battles.
And, Hero, save the day.

Sailor, sail the ocean.
Inventor, shape your schemes.
Soon enough, morning will come,
And wake you from your dreams.

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