I used to lay down at night and think of the great wonders of the world
I thought of something I would like to do where I grew older
sometimes I would shed a tear for the lost souls
but now that I am older I dream of war and rose pedals dying
and I think that writing is the only way to " get away"
but then reality hits
and morning settles
and I think to myself
what it would be like to be free.