I dream of a life That’s perfect. But as I see it, It’s far from it. This oyster is my world. And not the other way round. Nothing to look forward to. Ordinary is the name. Adjusting to people of all sorts, yet, none of my sort. A struggle to earn, a struggle to belong, to this world. I do not. Where’s the life of freedom? Of amazement and discovery? Where’s the life of love? Of wines and moonlit beaches? Where’s the life of passion? Of excitement and ecstasy? Am I destined for this? Then why do I dream? Why do I believe there’s still a twist in the tale, And hope, this dream will come true? Life, give me a chance… Or at least stop me from dreaming.