Cloud City and other thoughts
Like an empty white canvas
A sheet of cotton fleece stretches over the horizon
Insubstantial, intangible, a tundra above the earth
Rolling hills reflecting the dying rays of sunlight
Where peace is a concept more easily imagined
It’s much easier to pretend the sky’s the limit
When you’re flying through it
Easy to lose myself in the simplicity of my unrealistic perception of what life should be
The fluffy expanse of the uninhabited city
So large it seems that distance is inconsequential
There will still be dips and valleys, mountains and piles of white
In front, behind, to the left, right, and below
It feels almost unnatural to see this
A view that man was not meant to see
Otherwise we would have been born with wings
But like everything else, humanity has perverted the laws of nature
Disturbing it, we are aliens on this planet we call home
Humanity doesn’t seem to fit on the food chain
Instead we bend it to our will
We act as if we are Gods, when in fact we just have opposable thumbs
We act opposing the original plan
Destroying, instead of protecting this earth, our charge
Exploiting its resources for Greed
Instead of humbly the fruit it would readily give
Appearances are everything
Pull away cloud city and underneath
You’ll find lights and beacons
Acting as a reminder of reality
