It seems as if I’m grown, but it’s a show,

Inside this shell a little boy lives yet,

My days are full of dreams you’ll never know.

The morning jelly on the freeway’s set,

I watch them all and hear the horns attack,

They’ve never been a race driver, I bet.

I laugh at those behind me on the track,

The chequered flag is waved, I win again,

I get to work and park around the back.

The elevator speeds to level ten,

But I am in the forest, climbing trees,

I head up to my secret tree-top den.

My pirate ship is known throughout the seas,

They tell me it’s a desk inside a box,

But I raid galleons with practiced ease.

I sneak up on the castle like a fox,

My friends think that I’m going to the loo,

I deftly pick the evil ruler’s locks.

At lunch I crawl back into my igloo,

And eat my blubbered whale meat fricassee,

I know that some may see it as beef stew.

They tell me that it’s windows, type XP,

But I see in my scanner Martian foe,

I zap them with my laser beams with glee.

The afternoon drags by for you I know,

You watch the clock and hope the day speeds by,

To me it’s just another circus show.

I swing on my trapeze and then I fly,

The crowd all gasp as I spin through the air,

I take my bows and bid them all goodbye.

I ride my steed back home, wind in my hair,

Another quest is over, victory!

And waiting at the door: my Princess fair.

I think of all the people that I see,

With faces that are grim and sad and worn,

I wish they all would live more fantasy.