Far beyond the Palace doors Across the provincial patchwork Unto the shore, past the salty sea And just a bit further more Lived a young man named Chay He lived out his days Quite akin to thine Sprinkled with pleasures of the sordid kind A mortal being with a restless mind Chay feared most his own reflection But like any other pond Bending light from a purpling dawn Ripples doth twist and pervert the most angelic swans Chay knew this; he was not alone in his quest So, casting aside his own self doubt Leaving the candied comforts of home The old boy planned his route Not knowing how - or when It would come about Chay’s pursuit was resolute Surely, he would stumble, as many do The occasional crawl would be necessary too Nevertheless, across the grand horizon, cerulean blue Awaited fortunes greater than any imagination could detail Chay could sense that he was close He could feel it in his bones What would await him? Fame, adoration, or precious stones? By the grace of universal forces unknown Our dear boy would soon behold “What’s this?! From where doth that music play? ” he bellowed Lush strings, a beautiful arrangement of violin and cello Pouring out the Palace doors, glowing yellow Smoothing over the valley floor, landing softly on Chay’s ear His pace, from a trudge to a fervent run He galloped through the tall grass, racing a setting Sun Oh, but the splendor that lie ahead, could not be matched by anyone The bridge lowered as Chay approached The Palace doors open wide as he draweth nigh Chay took 3 steps in and couldn’t believe his eyes He’d seen this place before, had heard the chattering of the same magpies In a dream, a distant dream, as hazy as the twilight Chay felt at home again, a peace behind the stone walls A peace of mind, within his mind, he’d never once recalled Our dear Chay could finally say, he had the wherewithal To never stop loving, to always give his all