[ I stood there. I didn’t move. I wanted to jump, and help them.
Fear hold me paralyzed. I couldn’t lose my fears, and identity for others.

The boat sank. As I walked away, a building formed itself instantly. All the people were asking personal questions. A woman asked me,” Do you have a child?” I can’t recall why I answered,” Yes.”  As soon as I did, a child appeared behind me, and began following me.

“Lies,” I thought in my dream,” Be careful with them because they can become true.”

We left the building, and suddenly we were sitting in a rollercoaster traveling throughout the city. ] 

Life understands,
but I don’t, and as I cry,
my heart rolls down
through the valley
of dreams.

The color painted by my heart
as it rolled down is
called blue memory.

Days transform beings,
it is time, my heart goes uphill,
breaking paradigms,
the color of my heart’s trail
is called sunny smile.

People told me, blue memory
and sunny smile create the
wonderful color called
evergreen life.

Is it true?
I seem to be able to do just
what my soft heart lets me so.
Is it?

I need to  finish the rollercoaster,
I need to stop breathing,
and see the world with open sincere,
and creative eyes.   

Will I be able to do so?
I can…  I will…
‘cause I know I will die someday.