World

I have figured out now that my head has been kept
up in the clouds
-yes
the pink and purple clouds
where life passes as a dream
and things are exactly what they seem
what happens is this:
we fly around with gorgeous wings
and everyone has a heart that sings
when you grow tired of this
then you write prose
and the verse is so beautiful
that it moves all souls
things happen in the moment here
because above the clouds is always clear
isn't that so?
Well no.
even though I have travelled far
experiences seem to burn away like glowing stars
I wake up one day
and things are different then what they had been
I think I may be falling through the center of the clouds now
and I always imagined this as an incredible world
but as I found out on my first plane ride
it is far different once you are finally inside.