Why don’t you let me breathe some air?
Are you afraid I will breathe it all?
Come instead and help me fair
Helping the tree that will fall.
Why don’t you let me dream my dream?
There’s no return to the real shore?
Considering what here I’ve seen
My dream cannot hurt much more.
Why do I in sadness graceful beauty see?
And sadness sense in the peak of joy?
“Those questions only show to me
You’re yet an adult full of boy.”
