Last night I had a dream.  
It’s the same old, usual scene.  
I’m flying high in the sky,  
No worries in my eye,  
I let the wind take me, waving worries goodbye.
 
Waking up breaks my heart.  
It’s the same old, boring start.  
I’m stuck on the ground,  
No clouds to be found,  
I hear only trotting be the ambient sound.
 
I tell others of how I feel.  
They don’t believe me, so I conceal.  
No wings on each side,  
Can’t fly or short glide,  
Would anyone miss me if I tried sui-
 
This pain, I can’t stand.  
Why don’t ponies understand?  
That deep in my mind,  
I know that you’ll find,  
The spirit of a pegasus, you’ll see is confined.
 
I can’t take it anymore.  
Don’t see what this is for.  
Convincing a closed minded pony,  
Calling me phoney,  
Telling me I’m just letting these delusions control me.
 
Last night I had a dream.  
Sweeter than strawberries and cream.  
When I fall asleep, I’m alive.  
It helps me survive,  
Knowing the pain and confusion shortly subsides.
 
Everyone is so quick to point hooves.  
That it’s a lie I’m trying to prove.  
It’s not their fault they’re mean…  
They’ve never felt this way it seems…  
The best way out is to get back to my dream…