A roll mat,
A room in London,
A bundle of clothes as a pillow.
The window pours light onto the floor,
That would chase away any dreams,
Except these.
A beautiful girl dances away,
To a place where she is united,
Excitedly
Leaving smiley footprints.
While another watches,
Words on the screen of a phone,
As they step onto her body,
Carrying trumpets and drums,
And play their music
Into her eyes.
These dreams will not leave with the light.
Nothing can chase them away,
Because through you they have become real,
These dreams are here to stay.
