Living just under the surface
A thin cover of an imaginary skin
Sometimes rough or blessed by holy grace
A state of possible lose or win

Deeper the journey happens
Greener the grass and stronger the smell of pine
And deeper the wound opens
The more vulnerable it is and the effect of wine

When struck by the fate of reality
The realization of the world seems empty
For living in the realms of dreams
Let her drown even though she can swim

Tears become fountains of youth
Smiles transform to the place of freedom
Something bad to something good
Everything transforms no boredom

A slight notch of worry
As a girl living in this world of her imagination
That if forever she is sleepy
Never waking up from this sanity of her own creation