So as I fall in too deep
The AC\'s chill chants to me
I take to a world of sleep
Where animals could talk and speak
The birds, they\'d sing you pretty things,
Flying with their outstretched wings
But that\'s (thanks to this fact)
Just a distortion.
A daydream, only yearning left in place
Just thinking of those times,allowed to laugh and weep, but I no longer have that conation;
I\'m no longer nine.