Who is that girl in the corner?
Why that’s me
Wondering in my own little world
The one that few have seen
Treading on its soft land
Leaving footprints in its sands
That time can’t seem to touch
Very few to almost none
Enjoy its land
With its purple flowers
Dry waters
Gay power
Where the sun hardly is shown
In a sky that changes color by the minute
But the creatures don’t mind
Being one of a kind
Where fishes jump
And birds drop like rocks
Then reality comes knocking so I head to the docks
But then it’s too late
My ships all have left…