My hopes are deemed impossible
I live in places where immortal races see light as basic
They shine brighter than the sun after shades are removed
My grove is slower than the average
The baggage I hold is lavish
A ticket to my heavenly home
My beverly hills, where adventurous thrills are normal
I'll storm out of this body if I had too
My surrondings are like mountains
But I've amounted to a giant
Crying in my soul, cause I grow bigger than possible
Limits want me to stay with the course
But I'm bored of the usual. I know I'm unusual
My imagination is craving attention
The door to another world slightly opening
Standing and hoping
Praying and coping
One eye on my dreams
One purpose for me