I feel jealous of the dragon I hold my dragon drawings I want to breathe his power I want to yell sometimes I think maybe I will take me out of this box build me back start to find that spark.
I want to go to parties dress up like a jester wear a mask of feathers butterfly tattoos tribal tattoos let the fire flow let my dance fight for me.
I am tired of being tired I am slow to see it too late too bad and the tinges of sadness golden cages I cannot open never or ever.
I wish I was a dragon I wish I was that strong I wish that I could yell my stories make them real fold up all the trees as beautiful as they are they block my view I want to see a bigger story.
I want to go to parties scream out songs wear nothing at all maybe just a ruby on my cheek.
I want to go to a tattoo gallery count their fairy tattoos on other people, maybe me I want to fly free and not care about anything at all.
I want to drink till I cannot stand cut the ribbon in the hallway.
I keep secrets so do you so do not act so proud who do you think you are? I think the train is coming I hear it rushing toward me.
I will stand in front of it till that last moment then calmly step away just like before.
I do not need your directions.
I missed out it comes down to that I want to go to parties.
I want a tattoo maybe a fairy maybe a star maybe a tribal tattoo I want to go to a tattoo gallery.
Of course there are good days filled with natures gifts.
I did not and do not miss that.
Quit telling me.
I am tired of hearing explanations I am tired of know it all people I am tired of me being one I want to go to a party.
I want to be wild.
I feel jealous of the dragon and so do you.
I do not care that you won't admit it.
I don't believe you.
Just down the hallway there you are just as I thought counting the days and all your pennies.