This is your third year as game maker
What defines your personal signature
It’s okay
You’re just dreaming
You were dreaming
It was me
I know
I know but it’s not
It’s your first year
Prim, your name’s only
Been in there once, they’re
Not gonna pick you
Try to go to sleep
I can’t
Just try
Deep in the meadow
Under the willow
A bad of grass
A soft green pillow