Please make the words flow from my pen,

please let me go at least one day without feel afraid

of the past, of the future, of living evermore.

I thirst to live in earnestness, a world where there

are no lies

to run through wet grassfields

to bathe in the gentlest sunshine

and never to feel alone again.

Instead I am trapped

in this world of dull colors

only the slightest moments of real feeling

punctuating the monotony.

Now you know why I daydream so much?

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