Bespoke Land

In this bespoke land,

Of dreams and happy endings,

Of taking chances and looking up,

The ground is murky,

The shadows are scary,

The darkness hides,

A stench of fear and rotting,

Looking up again,

I spot the sunrise,

The beauty beheld,

I know it will come to pass,

Throughout these fears,

I stand my ground,

It is all a journey,

I'll take a rest on the way