As a child I dreamed
Of a perfect world,
A place I can be seen
And also heard.

I dreamed of peace,
Of colours and laughter,
Not knowing whats waiting
For me in the world after.

“Do this child” “do that”
I knew so little and was
Labeled bad.
I made a vow to the world, to life,
To myself.

That I would learn so much
About this mysterious universe
Not knowing that to do so
Would be a curse.

“So many people” I said
So many, so many,
So many colours, so many beliefs
All under one label, one name
Human.

I feel the prayers
Of the world,
I feel their spirits, I hear their voices
Echoing with the movement of grass.
A power that I feel, no one else has.

I grew up filled with knowledge,
Joy, not afraid
Not knowing all what I have
Lived for, was about to fade.

There was no grass, just sand
Rivers and oceans were dry,
Even birds were not able to fly,
The sky was orange, yellow and red
Which lead to a head after a head.

This is where I realized the
World after, the world I didn’t know
About, the one with the fake laughter,
Turned out to be the world of
The dead and the master.

A world that makes labeling appealing,
Lots of hate, pain, instead of healing.
This world I dread, this world I fled.
I want to be blind again,
I don’t want the knowledge
Take it back, hide it.

Humanity is lost,
And was labeled with expense and cost.
That’s where it finally sunk in,
I broke my vow to the world,
To life- to myself.

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