I dream to be free.
But this is a dream
I child's dream that is you see
Because nothing is like how it is in a book
There is no soft grass in the world
It's prickly and itchy
Dirty with crawling insects
The waters don't run clear in a fresh mountain stream.
It's murky and dirty full of toxic chemicals
You can never fly because its only a dream.
But you see, she is still dreaming with her heart content because that's all she has left.
