Daydreaming

I want to travel
I want it to rain
I wish the sun wasn’t dry
Hoping it smiles

I think of trees
Wish they grew taller
To shelter us more

I love these white walls
I wish we had bluer clouds
I want it to snow

I hear violins
Asking me to sing
I hear notes
Asking me to speak
I am an orchestra
Full of life
Without life
Within life

I am here
But not existing
I am alive
But not living

I want to travel
Today.

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