What kind of world of this

I wrote this in the 5th grade

Upon a mushroom she did sit to think about tomorrow and now I c how heaven feels and how to live on earth to pretend she says and drift away on a sea of cherry pie but if we all pretend who is real on the planet we call "Earth" that drifts further and further from the sun is that where I want to be? Only to wonder all out of hope she drifts into a long, long sleep and then she dreams and then she dreams of rockets sailing in the skies in search of reality and heaven rainbows and the truth that everyone wonders but no 1 cares how and y we got started and who put us here y we r as we r?  Until she came to Wisk them away on a giant cloud in the sky to let them free from tragedy oh do we call this Heaven or hell y do we care where did we get our curiosity and y must we live or die: and where and who invented God and who to believe should we all follow the ancestors or make our own path world and stream and she wakes up they take her away she never get to say goodbye a simple 1 last wish as she knows she will soon float away on the cloud now she will get to know the truths that will lie near but never comes back to tell the truth that lies ahead misery or happiness? But if we spend our whole life trying to figure out only to have wasted it on never living what kind of life is that never to fulfill your dreams what a sad world not only 4 u but for the people around u in this circle we call” life" its selfish knowing there’s no second chance she will not sacrifice her time to drift away and so she leaves and so she leaves to become happy like the rest of the joyful world around her to c everything she hasn’t because of her simple obsession of finding the mythical facts of life she now must face what she has not in a valley by the sea a dolphin sparkles as if to tell her u have wasted all your time u now must pay , u own no land to study u have to much curiosity and now as u look around 4 the first time u notice how wonderful life is by the time your 79 and almost all your life is gone 4 u feel your growing weak u have no kids no love at all and now she suffers gradually.... awaiting her judgment day with sorrow and fear but she’s ok now yes she is all better now as the angel comes to take her away to a new world unknown to man-kind so she floats upward into a cloud by spirit she has since lost her body and all belongings and a new kind of hope is now here to stay goodbye cruel world no more for me

Author's Note

I wrote this poem in the seventh grade mind you i was typing this in an instant messenger.