Dreamt of a world With joy and delight To have comfort and resolved Of myself being evolved Of my dolls with life My hands with magic A broom that could fly And a map of treasure To be in my fairy tale castle Or a armour to save the city My world had my ways wandering, lost, all days where I never regretted for being me, all of me chaos me, brave me, sad me happy me, unbothered me, hopeful me.. Just a decade had past I knew it was last No more naive dreams Of my childhood daydreams People made me empty It was curse in twenty Only solitude was plenty to notice that world was pretty Where have they gone Eyes of golden blast Can't find me The version of me Who dreamt, who drew Who wrote, who knew To swim in tragic deeps Surf in adventure waves I want it back My bonafide temperament Oh my free spirit, And it's Untouched sentiment Can't find it anywhere anymore Not even in Me Where's that belief To soar high in the sky Uncut approach over this present demeanor Life is bound to meet many unexpected situation Inside of my mind has turned into a terrible location Yet these pipe dreams saves me from being alone Is it possible for me to find peace By avoiding life? Maybe I was Chasing flawlessness Through my daydreams Am I a fantasizer Am I a dreamer Am I a romanticist Am I a thinker Or a perfectionist Or am I just anxious! What part of me Makes my true belief What inside of me Sings of genuine grief Longing for childhood daydreams While sleeping on my desk Those tales unravels me as Embracing my own story Through rays of graceful dusk while I shape tomorrow's stories.