Fantasy is the world for me
When I get troubled with reality.
When there’s no car for me to drive,
I hop on a goose and away I fly
Into the world of impossible dreams,
Where everything always works out, it seems.
When enemies tease, I become Hercules
And make them all just drop to their knees.

But too much dreaming is surely not good
Each time one gets in a sad mood.
For we have to live in a world that is real;

And often times we have to feel
Pain and sorrow and hopelessness
Even though happiness is life’s quest.
If a man can live with strife in this world,
He can be happy with life in this world.

— 1968