My feet buzz againest the hard wood floor,
They want to escape,
They dream of more,
Than this grey skies uniformity
They want to pitter patter,
Againest alien surfaces,
They want to know what matters,
The most in this misty life.
They want to live their fantasies,
They want clarity,
To have a monochrome rainbow,
As their reality
They want to splash though an icy river,
That carries joyous smiles,
And less than carefully calculated,
Phone dials
They want the moonlight,
To bonce off their paper skin,
To be able to make memories,
To share with kin
They want to tip toe,
Up creaky stairs,
To bring best friends up,
To their sunshine lairs
They want to fall in love with the certainty,
That tommorrow brings,
Another day unfolding just as perfectly,
As the last
