Would you like a drink of water from the fountain of youth?
Can I show you a laughing statue and a magic mirror?
Down dubious halls, past fatuous faces, we’ll follow coloured lanterns to distant doorways and rooms,
There are joke-shop ink spills and cinema snow,
Hollow novels containing guns and flasks,
Dwarves and winged horses,
Costumes and masks,
False moustaches and noses,
Artificial roses,
Tall stories and truthful admissions,
Prophecies, dreams, and visions,
Jack-in-the-boxes, flipbooks and pictures in the air,
Anything that I can think of, you’ll find in here,
But don’t ask me to explain everything,
Not everyone accepts the invitation to come inside, but if you like a good mystery you’ll enjoy the ride.
