https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nR3BkOySClM

Two kids in the flower field, whisper to each other.
"I wish for one day to climb this mountain we're trapped in. Standing under the big bright sky. I wish for one day to stand above and able to see what the world is like around us."
Two kids in the flower field, whisper to each other. One takes great care to listen to the other. They tell this story to each other every time they walk past this field. They tell this story to each other like it is the first time they ever do so. Their eyes are like mirrors. At one point you can see the field of golden. At one point you can see the brilliant night sky.
Suppose for a moment that they have both escaped the mountain. Suppose for a moment they have had the freedom they wished for, but one isn't being there with the other. Suppose for a moment that safe future is found but only one of you can pass it. Suppose for a moment that question was found and is now asked. Consider the moment. Hold on to it. Do not let go.
Two kids in the flower field. Whisper to each other. One takes great deal to elaborate about the wonder of the the world above them. The other ponders. The way they keep the boy with a dream keeps pointing up like there is a moon there. For a moment they believe that too. They meaning you. But then there is no moon. There is no garden. You haven't found it yet. The boy keep pointing his finger to the moon. You are busy looking at the boy's hand.
Two kids in the flower field. Whisper to each other. You consider to name a star after the boy's name.
There is no moon. You have not found that landscape after cruelty. You have not found that garden yet. You have not made that place yet. You are here. You are here. You are still right here.