My dreams are similar to a fairy tale
I bend, squat and turn to reach up to the mark
I keep my real world for sale
I could feel the nearby pond in the park
I could feel my dreams sailing
My mind was in a hurry to reach the town
I could see the fish inhaling
I was bound to put the crown
I wish I could change my present
For that, I must divert my way
If a fairy queen could be sent
I could raise my voice to say
I wish I could listen to my mind
To ignore the fake
Just for once, if I could be blind
Not for others, but for my own sake

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