Illusions.

But in my dreams I always run,
like in my mind.
And in my dreams I stand up straight,
don't ever hesitate,
Don't shake or tremble,
Just run and run.
And never tired.

And in my dreams,
I see myself, the real
me that I am.
I run and play and
see so clear 
no blackhole in my eyes.

So when you say, 
why do you sleep,
In the middle of the day,
It't because I want to
see myself, 
in that gracefull
weightless way.

Rita.