I am cascading through the stream.
In my world of dreams,
Of spring and happy things
Let the blue birds sing.
Surrounded by red roses.
A butterfly rests on my nose.
I can lay here for hours on end
Watching the colors of the sky blend.
A sound from the west
Disturbs my blissful rest.
The horrors of reality
Hits me with brutality.
Tears stream down my face
As my world begins to erase.
I ache to remain by the stream
Forever in my dreams.
