In the early
I had a dream
In which i'm happy
Only about me

Soon I realised
That it wouldn't last
So I dragged it
Beyond my imagination

I had a paper
Where I tried to write
Only a crumbled texts
Were written in it

I thought I was no writer,
so I tore it up,
but it became a beautiful
piece of music

Then I saw an old box
Near it
When I went to open it
I felt something

When I opened it I saw
My...