I breathe in
Finding myself in a dream
Who am I to be on this earth
Write down your troubles, child and all will make sense
The dream moves on but nothing has changed
Am I alive?
Have I truly lived?
I breathe out
Rushing around my being are moments
Moments of freedom, tears streaming, clouds moving
Hearts beating faster until silence erupts
I open my eyes
We are old and happy
I look down to a book of poetry and a pen in my hand
The dream moves on and everything has changed
I understand everything and I know
I am alive
I have lived
My time has come to die
But my dream will move on
Write down your troubles children, and you will understand.