I wish I could be a butterfly, to fly away to a better place, to a quiet place, to heaven. I sleep and dream I am far away and that I have no problem, no evil can touch me and no human can bring me down. I am surrounded by flowers and sweet smells I am talking to God and dancing with angels. From far away a pigeon is coming, he is having a little paper with him. That’s my ticket to freedom. My ticket to escape. The ticket has no expiry date. It’s useless though, it’s just ONE.