Floating in the air. Landing on a cloud. Flying with the perfect guy. There is not a single care. It seems I've found, The perfect high. Drifting through the sea, Landing on a rock, Swiming with the fish. Why can't we Seem to block, every single wish. Walking through the trees, Driving on the road. Running from my mind. Losing all my keys, To carry the load, That never seems to unbind. In these dreams I feel at home. In these dreams I'm free to roam, Then the light pours through my window. And I am no longer free to go.
Reason for writing:
I was just thinking about how it would be so nice to do all this stuff, and not have a care in the world.
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