Runaway

Runaway with me to Candyland
Hitch a ride with Willy Wonka
Maybe we’ll take a ride down a chocolate stream, or how does a pop rocks bubble bath sound?
Sipping punch, while leaning on a candy cane streetlight, they call her Pixie for short.
She’s rail thin, kinda pointy on both ends and a tart smile hanging on her lips.
If the price is right, she can be your suga’ for the night.

Runaway with me to Candyland
Grab onto the White Rabbit’s coat tails
Maybe we’ll venture down Sticky Alley, and lick our fingers all the way
Grubby hands, sweaty palms, somebody is always wanting more.
My bag of treats, or yours?
I’ll stick to mine thanks.

Reality is perception, perception precludes reality, perception is not reality. I miss Philosophy classes.