When Dreams Went Sombre

Every child has a dream that takes them to the place they wish, Yet they still believe they could swim anyway like the fish, As they adhere to the adventurous thrill, They craft magic from the palette of any skill, In a world, where they dream to breathe freely, Should we make a park of numbness truly ? In a paradise, where a constellation is formed by these adorable butterflies, Do we need to burn them by our selfish lies ? We study to have our dream on our swing, Not to live like a homeless crow with a twig, We go to the school to farm our dreams, Not to farm helpless sweat for only our screams !!