FANTASY

March 28, 2018

Don't wake me

I still want to be with my shady tree

I still want to drown in my fantasy

Feeling weightless, feeling free

It's a place I could be me

Don't wake me

I still want to sit with the fallen leaves

Scribble on them with no worries

It's not the time yet for me to leave

It's a place I could be selfish

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