A stroll through the clouds is what I dream,
A Step out of the concrete jungle into a realm high,
Where the walls are veiled by leaves,
And I can see hues in the sky,
This path is not trodden much,
Yet the plot seems so familiar,
The trouble of losing your mind,
or the time that’s gone by,
I glanced at my watch,
while I slept beneath the stars
And dream of the colossal fortitude
Which forms the pillows in his celebration,
how thoughtlessly I strolled!
When I awoke it was daylight,
To tell the truth, To my surprise,
I made a friend. I came home.