I want to dance on the clouds, touch the stars and say hello to the man in the moon,
but I am caught in reality, where I don't want to be.

Living in my own little world, there are things like they supposed to be, but then reality touches and won't get away from me.

Seems like I am a bird caught in a cage and the question is will I ever get out of here?
Be happy and live life like I wish it would be?

Does this all even matter?
Some day we are all gonna pass away, so why is it even important?

Am I worth to live, am I worth to die?
So many questions, but nobody can tell me.

What would be if I decease today, would it matter anyway?
I am an unimportant little mark in a considerable big universe and in some years everyone will forget about me.
Maybe they will cry for a little time, maybe not, but all has an end, so on what does life even depend?

I am feeling empty, not really happy and not really sad, something in between and it is bothering me.
I want to love, live and be happy, when does my time will come?
When comes the time where my mind sets free?

Do I really live or do I just exist?

~Kate Mayer