The world is a vast sea of idiots,
But I am flying in the sky.
Walking on the seven colours of the rainbow,
For them, it's too high.
Jumping on my fluffy white cloud,
Sliding down with the snow.
Making everyone I know proud,
Never feeling low.
Never going to come to the ground,
Like the sun I just glow.
Singing so loud,
That their ears might as well blow.
Up here there's no crowd,
Up here there's no worry.
No one to decide what you're allowed,
No one to ask sorry.
And then I wake up, the world so blurry,
Trying to make sense, trying to uncloud.
For a second, still lost in the memory,
I forget the world.
Realisation hits me,
It was all a dream.
I wish you could see,
But it was all a dream.
- Sadhana
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