Dreamer
She sits silently, staring out through the window
She watches the clouds drift past in the deep blue sky
From the outside, she looks at peace
If only people could really see what she hides inside
Sitting within the four walls of her room
Her mind floats to the beautiful Greek islands
She can just feel the warm sand between her toes
The waves gush as the wind carries droplets of water on to her skin
As she sits and stares into the vastness of the sky
She dreams of herself dressed in a beautiful dress that’s as red as a ruby
She sparkles from her head to her toes —adorned with jewels
She moves slowly and steadily, with small steps as she approaches the stage
Seated on her floral bed, she closes her eyes and smiles
She sees herself surrounded by flasks and beakers and compounds
Equipped with her goggles, gloves, and a white lab coat
She mixes and pours different elements together, hoping to create a cure like no other
She smiles at her thoughts and wishes to never awake from this fantasy
But of course, there’s a knock at the door and her escape must come to an end
She returns to her mundane life of doctors’ visits and bills to pay
She is back to being the glue to her family while the dreamer goes back to hide until next time
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