• Staring,
    Looking into the sky,
    finding the simple beauty it provides.,
    Finding comfort in the pale guardian,

    always starring down at you,
    Mountains, plains, oceans,
    everywhere,
    No matter were I have gone ,
    I find comfort in my soft companion,

    especially...
    lying,
    on the soft grass,
    staring blankly into it and flying.

    Soaring through the cotton clouds,
    Diving in the atmosphere,
    Disappearing from the dreary world,
    we’ve been limited to,

    After,
    we have to be pulled back,
    Realizing the truth...

    Walking,
    Trudging unnoticed.

    Looking,
    hearing the shallow complaints of others,
    who don’t notice there absent points.

    Everything has been stuck,
    inside me,
    Why can I see nothing?

    Being stuck
    in the worlds desires and wantings.
    Wishing upon my dark, starry sky.

    that someday…
    someday I really could fly.

    Fly to a place were no one would interrupt,
    No news would get to me,
    I could just sit.

    Staring as always into my sky,
    flying,
    daydreaming,

    in my own mind,
    forever.