A poem I came up with just now. The last line is deliberate even if it seems like the wrong word.
Don’t look down
People will ask what’s wrong with you
People will see what’s wrong with you
Dreams keep you safe, make you strong, make you happy
Till their world suffocates
On reality’s cold air seeping in through a careless eyelid
Another world every morning must sleep indefinitely as its master wakes
Perhaps never to return,
at least until their world ends.
I miss the lies sometimes
True love rested on my pillow
A breathless moment killed our embrace
The mind is where you are who you think you are
The mind is where you wonder who you think you are
You can walk through walls, juggle fire, see the future
You can fly, if you take control and shape your world.
But don’t look down,
Don’t let them catch you looking down
They won’t understand
You could fly to the sun if you wanted to
Why should you trouble yourself with things down there?
They don’t understand
It’s the view that resuscitates
To see beyond yourself
Brings the dream to live again.