I am the eyes above the city. I can see the businessmen and budding actors, scampering like rats through a forgotten maze, and hear the clacking of their shoes on the concrete. I am the eyes above suburbia. I can see the soccer moms and teenagers, drinking when no-one is watching because the stresses of their tiny worlds are too much. I am the eyes above the countryside. I can see the creatures of these places wander across a barren world, and I can smell the moonshine they come across at night. I am the eyes above the world. I can see the grand illusion, pulled across the mighty sphere of the Earth, and I feel nothing but joy as I abandon this place for another.