End of the Line

The rat race is a tricky game,

Where folks can end up feeling lame,

The pace is fast, the stakes are high,

And it can make you want to cry.

But what if the end of the line,

Wasn't really the finish line,

What if there was something more,

Something wondrous to explore?

The world of surreal is just the place,

To let your imagination race,

Where the impossible can come to life,

And troubles take on a different strife.

In this world, the line disappears,

And you can face your deepest fears,

The stress and strife will go away,

And you'll find joy in each new day.

So step away from the rat race grind,

And leave the rest of the world behind,

In the surreal you'll find delight,

And a brand new way to live your life.