Dream
sometimes I dream a life that I should have had
it's not perfect but it's simple
it's easy to breathe, crawl, walk. . .
each step comes in expected turn.
this dream seems so real I can feel every smile
I roam around as free as a bill, not caring to whom I burden.
when I wake I am sad
returned back to the prision in which I was born
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