You could dream.
You always did.
Even when you were at your lowest point,
you still kept dreaming.
When you broke your leg for two months.
You said you loved the wheelchair,
it went so fast!
You wanted to become a doctor,
helping people, saving them.
And then, when you'd be too old for work.
You wanted to make people happy by baking.
You loved learning, baking, dreaming.
You dreamt of a world of peace,
Happiness,
Luck.
A world of dreamers.
And maybe, if you were still with me,
you would have become a doctor.
