Sometimes I wonder,

when,

when will I be able to live.

Just for a little while,

just for a little while

I want to be able to run freely

through the lively streets of freedom.

Each step feeling lighter and lighter

as I stray further away

from the reality of the world.

I close my eyes,

and think about where

I want to be,

and then I’m there.

The rays of the sun

shining down on me,

as if they’re trying to say

go.

But I’m not sure if I should listen,

if I should go back

or glide forward,

into

the endless universe of my

dreams.

As I take a step forward,

I hesitate

and step back,

now,

stuck standing

in the middle of

a thin rope

holding, dreaming

on the left

and responsibilities

on the right.

But I know,

eventually,

my rope will break.