Dreaming--Sana

I am in the moonlight, waiting for the stars
until this bright light hits me from far.
I feel like it's an angel, waiting for me above.
I feel like it's a gift, trying to find me to tell me that it's here.

The more I move back from it,
the more my feet get heavier.
The more I move to it,
the more my feet get lighter-
until they're normal again.

I feel like it's there, but I can't see it.
Maybe that's it,
maybe that bright light is it.
Wait, oh no-
right when I was about to say my last words
I woke up.

But that's okay,
I can get back to it
and maybe I can investigate on what it was
before I run out of time . . .
and I can over-sleep a little bit.
But I have to get to school-
bye.