I once dreamt of a place,
A place with no pain.
A place that you were free to roam.
I was the restricted,
Cut off from the world.
It soon changed,
Leaving debris in every crevice.
There was no where to go,
Without being hurt,
By people as well as the earth.
Everyone had lost hope,
Given up on the freedom we once had.
I, on the other hand, continued..
Believing in the world was my calling.
I cleaned the never ending debris,
I encouraged people to fight..
But I was alone.
I did not give up,
The world needed me.
I cleaned until my earth was free,
But I got no thanks.
It was not needed,
My calling required none.
I then went back to my pasture,
And roamed freely with my earth.
I soaked in its sun,
Ate and drank its meal it had prepared.
I then woke,
With the world in ruins,
Filled with debris.
What a wonderful dream,
I dreamed.