I lay in bed.
The thought never escaping my mind like a convict who just wants to be free.
My curiosity getting the best of me, yet again, for the 1,000th time
I fantasize about what my life would be like if I were to become my soul animal the strong, fearless, monumental lion
No worries in life, they vanish like thief from the scene of a crime
Just being unrestricted, desolate, courageous
Oh how I request to you who I call ‘god’ that I can even have an essence of this lifestyle
I would provide all of the essentials that would be called for this assignment ‘god’
If you were only to stand before me and grant me my demand
So here I am before you, the one I call ‘god’
“Will you please take back these awkward meat bags you refer to as hands and exchange them for paws”?
While you’re at it here! Take my feet and ears as well.
He snatches them up as fast as a cheetah and exchanges them for the parts I requested.
Now, I can finally be Free, joyful, and concern free.
But this is only my imagination, not reality.
I awaken up from my daydream and realize I was so near to my dream, my fantasy
I began to bellow in my sorrows, my fantasy will never be a reality.
I sink back into the cruel world of realism.
I lay in bed
Leo The Lion starts to imagine…