The master of escapades gives us a simple way to escape from it all. Just walk to...
"There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk white arrows go,
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and they children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends."
And for more escapist fun and games, see Shel Silverstein's official site here.