Silly sleeping, dreaming fool;
the day has past as the last;
your drool dries before your eyes,
and reminds you of lovers lost to yesterday.
Maybe – just maybe today – we finally save Wendy.
If only you could wake and escape,
the palaces of your minds eye;
and though you make haste to wake
you’re imprisoned – there is no escape.
Silly mortal, the next time you try to fly,
you will fall,
unless you accept your dream as reality:
Nothing is as it seems.
Your foes are friends and to defeat them
will mean your mortal end.
For your friends are your enemies
loyal to a fault –
misery loves company,
they care not for your dream.