I feel so light,
A morning breeze around me,
The sun hit my face.
I feel nothing,
No pain,
No negative feelings,
I’m away from those memories.

The land moves
From my childhood home,
Towards mountains
And an open field;
Lost inside the tall grass.
A world of my inner-making
Where no one hears me cry.
I’m lost,
But found.

The land comes to a stop,
A feeling starts to come back.
Taste of the fresh breeze around me again.
I run,
Run far.
Away from the open field
And the mountains.
A place I wish I could be,
But am not.
Maybe, here,
I can be my own pocket of grass.

The place around me starts to fade.
I can't hear anymore,
It doesn’t need me anymore.
Somewhere distant,
I hear someone talking,
My name is being yelled…
I walk into the cold.
Put a big smile on,
Play fake happiness.
It’s what I'm good at.