I packed my bag one day and bid goodbye
To find Utopia if that place really exists
My family and friends were sad but let me go
Come back and tell us all about it, they said
The fairy tale land, where most of their stories end
With “and they lived happily ever after” that must be it
I stayed for a day or two to observe, with Cinderella
Most of them had their Prince Charmings at the end
Or Little Red Riding Hood reunited with her Granny
But then there would always be the Wicked Witch or
The Big Bad Wolf or even the Bad Stepmother
The anti-heroes or nemesis in every fairy tale
What if they also have some redeeming qualities?
Why do they always have to be really, really bad?
And the heroes, why do they have to be really good?
This is not the same as in real life, I thought
I’m sure I’ll get bored in the end, and so I left
Then I went to a place where there were no negatives
Words like no, never, crimes, diseases, death and war
They don’t exist; people live forever and stayed friends
Did I find Utopia, the paradise, the Shangrila, the heaven?
No fighting? No pestilence? No death? That can’t be real!
People live forever, surely, that’s not possible
The Earth won’t be able to sustain everyone
No natural disasters, no drought, no catastrophe
People will have some sort of false security
They wouldn’t know what to do when reality’s there
Do I really need to find Utopia? Will it change my life?
All this searching made me tired, I wanted to be back
To my cozy house and garden, to Him Indoors and HRH
Perhaps it’s not a place, it’s not a religion, it’s not an idea
It’s always in my heart and soul where I feel peace and loved