I have a fantasy;

Its something you might not realize.

I want you to see me with unbiased sight,

That when you look at me, you will see my soul,

And not my flesh-born form.

Sweet freedom, a wind blowing in;

To be myself, without a doubt,

Watch me smile from ear to ear.

What use is it to judge me

When what is real is not clear.

I have a fantasy;

But society tells me no.

The voices of many, yell louder I,

My whispered dreams,

Drift slowly passed closed minds.