Il Anor I - Genesis

They’re little more than sayings here
But I’ll say them to be sure
Nothing is how it would appear,
Take care what you wish for
If it’s escapade or a silly game
That you’re seeking from within
To send Mother dear you fear insane
Your chances aren’t too slim
Because unlike any town or place
That you’ve been to before
There’s so much more than time to waste
In the land of Il Anor

It’s still a mystery in its own
To obtain what you adore
Yet few venture the burning sands unknown
For the land of Il Anor

It answers to a desperate prayer,
To the daring who’d believe
In finding hope in a desert bare
By mirages that deceive
It’s when you quest for the lonely truth
Through the rolling dunes and heat
Where the only hope is in your youth
And the will still in your feet
To pray for more than rocks and sands
In that hopeless, barren plain
To feel more than your shaking hands
More than the burning pain

It would race to you in a chilly breeze
That relieves your tortured soul
Where air would let your body ease
And regain your self control
You’d forget about miscounted days
And hours of endless trudge
Under flaming heat that has its ways
And seems to be your judge

You’d slip through fire into ice
Let body and soul depart
Nothing more could close suffice
Sought treasure in your heart
How could I know this place well sought?
If I can not recall
The blissful lure of desired thought:
Or the deserts seldom fall

Some things known are left but vague
Best think like that some more,
The sense of science would be a plague
In the land of Il Anor

Now find yourself in a perfect place
Where there’s no such thing as flaw
The sanctified world of the human race:
The land of Il Anor
I call Il Anor “The Perfect Place”
But I’m not the only one
Reflect the query to a thoughtful face
That’s welcomed all that’s come

There’s one question that you shouldn’t ask
And was second to those I met
“What does Il Anor look like my friend?
So that I may not forget.”
And every person that I asked
Answered a different way
And for every smile that was unmasked
So too my own dismay

Some described an inner peace
Or ruled the largest lands
A Verbally painted masterpiece
Carved by more than hands
Fantasies and horror shows
Quests of a different kind
Dizzying highs and dismal lows
Realities of the mind

The question third at the door
Is why’d I ask the last?
I’ve obviously been to Il Anor
Somewhere in my past
How else would I enjoy utopias?
If none know how to leave
Am I suffering myopias?
This harder to believe

I’ll push questions aside for you
And give you questions more
About how I met people new
From the world of Il Anor

It was in a place with a stupid name
Where the air smelt just like smoke
The people there immune to shame
From businessman to bloke
The men were laughing or playing darts
Around tables and mugs of beer
Branding cards of spades and hearts
Spoke words of joke and cheer
I found myself in that happy scene
A jungle of social danger
Beckoning me to sit in between
An old man and a stranger
Introduced to the sea of faces
Forgot most of their names
But I remembered all those places
Past the solar flames

There was one amongst the crowd
That appealed to us for calm
Enticed us all with his voice aloud
And put neatly in his palm
He was a thief, a cunning mind
Hands quicker than a snake
He’d found all that you’d like to find
Most begging in his wake
His story was well rehearsed of course
He’d told it times before
He’d recite til his voice grew hoarse
About the land of Il Anor