Bittersweet.

I'm conquered by these merry thoughts;

I dreamt a path, unwalked by the brave

this delusion.

Where I'm stained, I scrub with hope

only to bear a scar, I hide from fate.

I'm conquered by these merry thoughts;

A young girl should never stray

to the past before she's travelled to the moon.

I said to myself, in a whisper

hold your head high, tomorrow will be breeze.

I dreamt a path, travelled by perfection

where the sun touched my two feet.

A young girl should keep her eyes open

in front a mirror, close to her future.

I'm conquered by these merry thoughts;

The slope isn't curved,

covered in holes made to look enticing.

I kept away from love

and love kept calling me forth.

Where I'm stained, wishes are wild flowers

yellow, I'll be in the future.

So, so…

A young girl should keep on without doubt.

I dreamt a path, slow to happiness

but death a step away.