Trapped inside a dreamer's world;
I find no means of flight.
Though equipped with a pair of wings;
These wings won't fly tonight.
The sun and moon watch me in glee,
While they see that I'm in peril.
I walk amongst the laughing trees,
And climb up the jeering hills.
Trapped in a state of dementia.
Lost, and so alone.
Unaware of where I'm headed.
No place to make my home.



I am unsure whether to continue this.
 
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