I drift in and out
of my daydreams
forgetting what is real
and what is not,
losing myself
in other worlds
my favourite escape
of reality,
where I'm not myself,
I'm a better me,
and everyone else is alive
where I smile
and people smile back
where I laugh
and the sound rings round
where anything is possible
because I know
that I have my family
on my side,
where I'm magic
and I can cure,
where I'm kind
and I can heal,
where I'm not cruel,
where I'm not dark,
where I'm not blackened
through to the shrivelled nut that is my heart,
where there's love,
where there's life,
where there's hope,
where there's peace,
where there's belief,
where there's trust,
I have my vision
of a perfect world,
but it wouldn't be perfect
to other people
because no one's the same,
though I can still imagine....
where I'm a super girl
and I save people from danger
not make trouble everywhere
and inevitably want to hurt others,
where I have friends
and people like me for who I am,
not because I fake myself,
not because I lie,
but because I feel good about myself
and don't put on an appearance
that I know others will like,
where everyone understands me
and where I don't do crazy things,
where I don't muck up everything I do
where I always try my best
even if I hate it at the time,
where I have people there for me,
at the end of the road,
at the end of a phone,
in the middle of my heart,
in the kitchen downstairs,
or even the other side of the world,
so long as there was someone,
anyone...
though that could only happen
in my head,
in my daydream,
never in real life,
never in a million years,
never so long as I live,
so I may as well
make the most of it
and stay drifting along,
in my perfect world,
in my daydream,
as I stay alone
just me,
muddled me,
as I disappear up
and stay lost for always
just me here
drifting on my purple cloud...