When it ached not, I cried.
When they cared not, I smiled.
Nurtured not a little dream in me.
The lies I have been alive.
Not a single seed I plant.
Nor do I look up the sky.
That’s not where I should go,
Just home is the limit to my flight.
The reality you may spoil,
But the sleep you can’t take.
A little hill I see in my dream.
Guess what! That’s the escape I make.
Green grass, freshly irrigated.
Sunny sky to not look at.
A book I always keep with me.
Also a dog. Or maybe a cat.
But, Oh! don’t be so scrunchy.
It’s just a seven hour sleep.
Then will I get up to realise,
I’ve your irrational promises to keep.
Just so you could pat your ego back to rest,
I pull up my ideal suit pant.
And cover all your discrepancies under my stole.
Ready for the indispensable battles, I fight alone.