I suppose if I were to dream up a time and place to go, I would soar to that mystical land across the seas. That magical land up in the heavens in which I have no name for. I suppose no one has a name for it. A visit to that wondrous land where your head may take a rest and roam and venture. Where there are always sights to see. Where adventure lies at every corner. Where one could laugh with all the pleasure he wants. Run through fields, barefoot. Dance in the rain. Without a single fear of watching, judging eyes. Because in this oh so wonderful land, every person's hearts pours out. And that tiny voice inside you, that calling in your head that you've hidden all those years, finally escapes.