I think it's funny how people have decided my forever dream is forbidden
At least for now
As if somehow they can rid me of all the darkness, as if life would get better
It never does
Ain't it funny how the good and the beautiful and the lovers all die
Whether in spirit or soul
At some point all the ugly sucks them off their powers and their beliefs
Or Death just pops in for a visit
Funny, funny - ain't it oh-so-funny - that people know and yet don't
Just a preview
Of everything that I think and feel and believe and dream and wish and detest
Don't we all, though?
I want to write a never-ending poem of beauty and hope and love
The forbidden poem
It won't be in letters, on paper, screen, or even in the air in flashing lights
Just a dream
A story of everlasting safety and happiness - oh, think about it
What if?
A line after line after line of finally having everything I wanted
What if death is finding your dream?
I think if I have a garden, I'd like to pluck out every weed and ugly flower
Leave only beauty behind
Let every single soul remember me for the beauty, or should we set everything on fire
Not a memory left behind
What does it matter, really, what I leave behind - only where I'm going
No?
I think I have a point, but no one agrees, and trust me
I do see their side as well as mine
I can't, I know you call me selfish - I know I am, but hear me out
I'm begging for a chance
Just let me go, set me free, to find a place where I can dance
Staying in the forever dream