Be Gentle with daydreamers

I created a world where I thought I could fly,

Slowly and slowly it dies,

I wanted to be like a supergirl, make a world where I could build a friend.

I did make a friend, out of some hollow dreams and random words.

But I thought I could fly,

The world has

dried, damaged, drowning, disparity, dilemma, death

Just now I headed to the throne with my crown, saying Queen, I ruled the world

gracefully glee glimmering

Suddenly I was kicked out of the throne,

politics pays price of people's peace

I really really wished I could fly and be the supergirl

and save the world from the evil

Especially evils escaping the earth

But then I realized I was a human

I just wanted to build what I saw.

But a small girl building her own world,

sounds so small, silly,

I'm

still seriously stirring sorrow

cramped, cracked hearts, cuts hurt

I really thought I could fly,

But not everything happens as I want

Maybe I build the right world with the wrong people.

I still believe I could fly, and

Having hope, holding heart

Wish this time it doesn't die

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FOOTNOTE: Those who got the metaphor great and this is my biggest regret of November/ December. I have stopped dreaming about it and would just join someone else's world. hAvE a nOiCe dAy!!!