Down to the Sky

Heart filled with hopes, eyes full of dreams;
Dreaming of attaining the unattainable.
They call her foolish and her dreams unreal.
She thinks, who defines what’s real and unreal?

Their eyes could never see what she could,
Never hear what she could, or feel what she could.
Mysticism was her reality.
Something beyond the understanding of the common.

They thought, why was she so lost?
She thought, why were they so lifeless?
They wanted to bring her down, she chose to fly;
To the world full of her dreams.

She forethought nothing, cared no more;
Protected her dreams and moved along.
The day would come she thought,
When her dreams would be her reality and she a realist.


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