There are houses, cars, and roads
I see overstuffed neighborhoods, bumper to bumper traffic, and miles of construction,
There are parks, pools, and athletic fields
I see neglected swings, empty chairs, and torn up grass
As I ascend, everything becomes smaller
From up here the world looks like a lonely child's play set

In an instant everything is gone
All that can be seen is white
I have now entered another level

Up here life is simple: as if the sky has created a new world
Up here the cars flow on flawless streets. There are homes with big back yards
Up here the slide is always occupied. There are cannibal contests, and victory laps
Up here there are no more honking horns or nagging parents
Up here: the biggest decision is peanuts or pretzels


I can't stay forever, in time I must return to the world I belong
How I wish to stay in this utopia, even for a day.
What good is dreaming for the impossible.
The end near approaching, i become numb
The crackling of the captains voice as he announces, "65 and sunny" acts as my anesthesia
Preparing me for the jolt return.

The return to barren fields, and traffic
The return to empty swings and covered pools
The return to conflict and family
The return to a place called home