I want to be above it all.

Will I ever be above it all?
Isn't that why men made heaven after all?

Hell underground, earth uphill by free-fall,
I want to be above it all.

Sit in a comfortable chair,
turn on my satellite TV,
and enjoy the show.
Above it all.

I'll be the only person watching me,
watching Sims watch tv,
go to work and drown in pools.
Above it all.

8 stories high aiming for a blue spec.
CANNONBALL!

Above it all.
Top and bottom.
The perfect mix of blue and yellow.
A circle of fifths.

But who says what's symmetrical, in-tune or
perfectly mixed.
Who says whose above it all?

Down here, the mimes do.

The mimes say all.
In fact, their vocabulary rivals
Oxford's own dictionary and
is equally fruitless to memorize.
They're all good people,
even if they point to the orchestra
everytime you seek a violin.
or provide canned fruit
for a sweet tooth.

I want to be
Above
    it

            all.

masked among mimes,
a top less vigilante,
sitting back
with my elbows crossed,
waiting.