Confined Dreams
Almost as if the floor is lava
she twirls and spins and leaps
toes brushing briefly against
the scarred and forgiving ground.
She twirls and spins and leaps
faster and faster until… jolting awake
the scarred and forgiving ground
absorbs her long lost dreams.
Faster and faster… until jolting awake...
the world just isn’t made for her
absorbing her long lost dreams
and placing her hidden hopes inside
The world just isn’t made for her
the stares, the pokes and pity now gone.
Placing her hidden hopes inside.
her legs, now become strong pillars
The stares, the pokes and pity now gone
instead of the wobbling wheels to carry her
Her legs, now become strong pillars
and she can finally take a stand
Instead of wobbling wheels to carry her
She flies… The infirmities confine no more,
She can finally take a stand
To her mind, to that society, to her fate
She flies… The infirmities confine no more.
As the night draws near, she feels the dreams within reach out
to her mind, to that society, to her fate
and the confined dreams become loosed.
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