Your dreams are high up in the clouds,
Fluffy and light,
Collecting harsh negativity,
You yourself are unable to stand on only them,
But falling to land in the rain,
It sounds so much more pretty,
With false imagery.
Experiencing the lightness of it all,
The weightlessness of your body as it free falls,
High up and above the sunset ocean,
A fantasy,
Where the bubbles shine a lilac purple,
And has mirrored a soft rose pink light the sun casted,
The beauty of seeing all those colors,
Even though you're falling through your many dreams.
Almost as if opening old files,
Going back to those childish years,
Where running around with a stick was a highlight.
It feels so soft and fuzzy,
I'm blinded by my own delusions,
Come now won't you join me?
For the Puck's kiss is offered.
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