There is this place thats in my dreams.
Its where things can just roam free.

Where worms escape from hungry birds,
and writers always find their words.

No one in this place of mine
has shattered thoughts they try to hide.

In this place there is no hate.
There are no tears, no tragic fate.

There is no murder or envy or fear.
Only happiness, smiles and comfort are here.

You can feel free to be yourself;
for here theres no need to impress anyone else.

Here you can do whatever you please
with no fear of rejection; no one will tease.

But the problem is, its like a dream;
i wake up and cant remember a thing.