It's nothing more than a dream. Just a dream. The entirety of your life. One minute you're barefoot chasing dreams like fireflies and the next you forget the feeling of the grass and why you're even running in the first place. Years go by and as the colours fade you know, but unable to admit, that your fireflies have left you. There is nothing else to guide you through the darkened night and you remain forever solemn, staring out the window waiting for the flickering lights.