What kind of dream is this one,

to wake me up in the middle

of the blooming field?

I am a little girl again, today,

with long, blond curls and

emerald big eyes,

with a strawberry dress

and a home.

What kind of dream is this one,

to run barefoot to nowhere,

chasing imaginary lights?

I found the key again, today,

was in my pocket, next to

the cherry gummy bears,

that dad gave me,

in secret.

What kind of dream is this one,

where everything is gone

and everyone are lost?

The lock is high, but I can reach it!

I smell the cookies from inside, I hear

my mom and dad - true pranksters!-

hiding my presents, that’s why

is locked.

(is it my birthday? I forgot…)

What kind of dream is this one,

the key they’d given me still fits the lock

but the house no longer feels like home?

I guess I’m gonna leave again, today,

they hid so well, I cannot find them!

or, maybe I am much too insignificant

or much too small, for them to

find me.

What kind of dream is this one?

Mom, dad, where are you?

It’s been too long,

Please come back!