i exist in the 4th dimension
you got stuck in the 3rd
cause you didn’t stop
to think for a 2nd
if it was not the 1st time
you had been lied to

Idling away is inspiring
Mind wandering afar
Supine on the soft grass
Every tuft cradling me
Becoming a mediator
Between the sky and Earth
Earth holding me firm
Sky is the vast canvas of my dreams
Flying high with the winds
Watching the birds fly
Flapping their wings in coordination
Mediating my earthly dreams
With the celestial sphere
Cocooning my simple dreams
Idling away makes me happy

My heart, and mind thrown into a void
endlessly falling into some kind of abyss
An abyss of something beautiful
yet seemingly deadly.
Strange as it sounds
As I fall deeper and deeper into the void
I find myself more
Alive?
And I ask...
What is this peculiar state?
Why does it's existence throw me off my mind?
Really, I don't know!

It leaves my soul unrest!
It captures my mind!
like I've discovered the ultimate discovery of all time
It's a whole new level of enigma!

This void
This place
This THING
Has torn me into two pieces
A piece of me that is intrigued, and captivated
and a piece that is scared, and frustrated

How can I explain such mystery?
surely it can't be missed, but it's not as easy to understand.

It comes in many forms and it goes like it will never leave!

Surely, it has left me in some kind of disarray
but as I find myself
falling deeper, and deeper into it
I couldn't feel more alive,
and different.
(in a good way, i think)

But it's a unnatural fall
like the world has turned upside down.
Like I'm falling deeper into the clouds
rather than falling deeper into the ground.

It almost seems surreal
but it's not.

I may sound crazy...
but really...
I am crazy.

I'm crazy because I've found this thing
that's finally getting me to run
I'm crazy because I know it might end up a hard fall
but who knows?
it might be otherwise.

This is when the world is golden.
When sun shimmers on the branches of forever-green trees
And light dances on the apple blossoms, white since spring came.

This is when the world is alive.
She is truly a women,
glowing and happy, radiating unrestrained joy,
Smiling at all the little moments of wonder she held in her day.
She caresses the leaves with gentle sunlight,
lulls the trees into a careless sway with the deep lavender
of the evening breeze.

This is when the world is golden.
When she is singing.