Dreams hold my inner thoughts

From writing poetry beneath La Tour Eiffel to diving into the sky and touching the clouds

I yearn to decipher those dreams, what I truly feel aloud

Alas! They reflect my desperation when I'm awake

A child who dreams of chasing butterflies and feels happy for happiness's sake

Now dreams morph into a language I cannot understand

Filled with sword parries and mysterious whispers in a dismal land

Awake I am not a child but neither fully grown

Yet I must sound so little and act like a doll neatly sown

Time comes to choose if those dreams are mine

Or leave them behind as if they no longer shine

I am lost en les rêves

I am lost en mon coeur

*TRANSLATED WORDS*

Les Rêves= The Dreams

en les rêves= in the dreams

en mon Coeur= in my heart

*rough translation from French*