She is the only one that can make me happy. I am the only one who cares for her. One prefect dream with a sole in her body and aggression in her mood. One amongst 35 more in the yard. One dream there to catch me. From my yard I can see her, but my mom says I’m dreaming.
Her sassiness is a secret. She sends secret messages to the others around her. She sneaks up and she brightens a day and puts a smile on a face with her sole and aggression and she knickers to the rest of her friends. That is her.
Let one forget her reason for being, she’d run around all day like speed racers, one reaching out towards others. Race, race, race dreams shout when I sleep. She cares.
When I am too happy and too strong to keep racing, when I am an accepted dream up against other dreams. When there is nothing left to dream of. One who dreams despite connection. One who believes and doesn’t forget to dream. One who’s only reason is to catch me.