A Splinter in My Mind
The wood is still around me,
Albeit wood I cannot see.
Always on my mind's far edge,
Like sand at edge of sea.
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I feel trapped in my own world,
Like I'm living in a dream.
Expecting every time a door is opened,
To see a lamp post's gleam.
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The wardrobe's wood is now within me,
A splinter in my mind.
I keep looking for Narnia,
Yet it's never there to find.
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Time moves slowly in this world,
In Narnia, this world stood still.
So much I miss of Narnia,
Even its winter's chill.
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And I'm in winter of my life,
But summer of discontent.
Want to return to a treasured land,
Where long ago I went.