We bitch and moan about those, who build up their lives made of fabric and paper, but don't we all, find ourselves wishing a little bit more?
Even though we know that there are people who could only dream of what we have.
Don't we all, have that person who we think lives a slightly better life, is happier than we?
Haven't we all, found ourselves wishing, even if only for a moment, that we could be them?
Don't we all, have an idea of our own little worlds?
So who's right is it, for us to say it's wrong when someone allows their world to expand in more than just their mind?
So should we allow our hopes and dreams to grow, to the point were we let ourselves go?
To the point were our paper lives can be blown away in a single breath of our own or another.
Or do we live our lives unhappy and un-content?
Were we bitch and moan at those, who build up their lives made of fabric and paper?