Novels

Once – The Land That Never Was

I used to dream of a faraway land

And a palace so big and grand

That all come near

Trembled in fear

Of its great power

Once…

I used to imagine a beautiful princess

Wearing the most extravagant dress

We used to dance

And she would prance

About with my beautiful flower

Once…

My room was a dungeon

My glasses made me a surgeon

I played during night and day

The chandlier was a sun

Everything was fun

Until that faithful day

Now I sit down on my computer

Writing report after report

Wondering where everything went

Flowing through the motions

Song after song


Watching my time being spent

And I ask myself

Once, just once more

I wish I could see

Past this veil of ‘reality’

And be back to the good old me

I try and I try

But it never changed

That room still looks the same

I’m not a surgeon

Its not a dungeon

And the chandelier is out of place

I go back to sleep

And sometimes I see

Flashes of who I used to be

The good old me

With eyes full of glee

Oh, full of joy was he

Once

He was once full of joy

Once but no longer

Jason Sanchez

I am not who I say I am but who my writing says I am; my characters define me. Like puppets in a play, they tell you who pulls the strings. I'm not who I say I am; I'm who you think I am.

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