I had a dream of a story that I wanted to tell.
A story that was something perfect for me to write.
I knew exactly what I wanted it to be
But I did not know the end.
I think it is because I wanted it to happen to me,
I did not want it to be pretend.
If I truly finished the story
Another dream would be over.
It was like closing a door to an if,
I was making it an end.