I jumped off the edge of the Island of Existence and  swam to the End of Time,

I ran till i came to the stuff dreams are made on and danced with the jolly green giants,

I laughed at the fairies' mushroom circle, and refused to play their games,

I cried in the City of ignorance, where what could not be seen was destroyed,

I screamed with Pain and Agony, as they dragged me pack to land,

And I sighed at the ghosts of experience, when I flew into their hands.