It's dark, and I hit a wall.
Reverse, reverse. B'careful. The edge!
I fall. I trip and I tumble,
to a place where gravity knows my name.
Quick, quick. A selfie. Freeze frame.
The leprechauns laugh at the hilarity of the situation,
echoing loudly across the entire nation.
"Ma'am, you're not supposed to be here", they say.
"This side of the island is frequently..."
Yes? "It's generally..."
Yes? "It's often rather..."
What? "Grey."
"Only the lost souls come visit,
and you're not lost, are you?"
Bloody hell, there's a unicorn coming through!
The darkness fades,
but only for a second.
I'll be back soon, I reckon.