Sometimes she wonders if things could be different.
Sometimes she thinks to herself, she can change the world.
Sometimes she hopes for her happiness and the happiness of others.
Sometimes she wishes she could be selfish. That just once, she could want.
Sometimes she believes that maybe, just maybe, anything is possible.
Sometimes she doubts herself, doubts that she can really follow her heart.
And so she keeps dreaming, the world reflected in her eyes of blue dandelions.