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.