You glance up at the sky,
And see some shining stars.
No distractions in your way,
Though you know they are afar.
A shooting star, to the North,
Catches your eager eye.
You close your eyes and make a wish,
As your dreams keep flying high.
A gust of wind picks you up,
Toward dozens and dozens of stars.
You feel the freedom whilst up there,
While you travel like a star.
Then you awake,
From a cool wind stream.
But you still feel free,
Even though it was all a dream.
