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.