Often looking up at the dark welkin,
Swarmed with countless stars,
Or years-old venerable constellations,
She wants to tint it with jade green;
Just like an Aurora do,
Trimming it up with soft light;
Forging it slowly into her very own paradise!

Beguiled by monsters, scared for the world,
They shut her behind tall-crazy walls;
But she's not a princess with long golden locks,
Yet dreams for an escape, that'll break them all-

Dreams of the day, when she'll glide through endless wide paths,
And praise the world, that's always been so dull;
Longs for the latte, filled with savage love,
Or touching the nameless flowers, taken granted for so long;
Maybe a little dilly-dally through the muddy tracks,
Frisking on puddles, after a quick heavy wash!

She wants something meticulously simple,
Something that's filled with crude madness!
Wants to drive along the roads till the end of the horizon
To see the deep blue, melting with the sky,
Initiating a chiaroscuro, bedazzling her pretty eyes!

On set of the drowning, worn out sun,
She yearns to wander 'round the old barn,
Near the beach, out of everyone's reach;
Or maybe going for a dive, when no one's there to chide-
Drenching the sore limbs in the dusky cold water,
Looking up again, she wants to meet with her Sirius;
A stupid smile'll maybe form
In between thrill and scorn!

Can't the dream stretch a bit too far?
She ain't done with her lil' venture!
She wants to get up all soaked, wading through the dark,
Maybe ending up at a lonely small bar;
Her body will sway along with the liquor and soft tune inside,
Maybe with a less pride;
Filling her escapade with a little more color,
She kisses a perfect mysterious stranger!

Bading her day, pulling it together,
She wants to dream on and on
Behind the walls, she's never allowed to cross,
'Cause she's not a princess, with long golden locks!