I had a dream last night,
a dream, I don’t really understand.
In this dream,
we laughed a million times,
we kept large smiles,
we only spoke of happiness,
and we walked with eyes, open wide.

In this dream,
we were in a hall.
Our grins ear to ear.
We entered in a classroom,
and were seated in our chairs,
and the teacher did her job,
and the class looked at her and stared,
and so she played us a video.
A video about death,
but the jokester still made jokes,
and the class still was glad.

Till the quiet kid in the back,
shut his eyes.
Put his head down,
and cried.
And all of students saw,
and even the teacher with us joined,
in a laugh so full of sorrow
it was like nothing I’d ever heard.

So we sent him away.
His depression was something we couldn’t stand to see.
When he returned,
we wondered if he was cured from his horrid eye disease.
His smiling face gave us our answer,
and then looking me straight in the eye,
he said just 3 simple words
“I am fine.”
And then for all to hear,
he laughed and laughed and laughed.

But in this dream,
what I really didn’t understand,
We slept, when our eyes were open.
We chuckled when we wanted to cry.
We laughed because grief was weird and wrong.
We all decided to deny.
Because Joy only existed,
but in this dream, was it really joy?
In this place all the people chanted,
Everything is fine.