I dreamed of a green field

with flowers fully grown,

where happiness was sealed

and my place was known.

 

I dreamed of a location inviting

Strange minds to wander

around with no fear of hiding,

a place to ponder.

 

I dreamed of puffy clouds

Cutting up the blue sky.

Beauty noticed by passing crowds

who stop and ask why?

 

I dreamed of a day:

Where my stomach felt whole

and I understood life’s way

and what made me full.

 

Many years have passed,

yet my dream still remains

like one of the last

prisoners to break their chains.

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