No matter what I’ll be okay.
Through the different phases of life,
This stance will never change.
Here in the middle of the sky,
I have my pride.
My pack.
My head is undoubtedly raised high.
Despite setbacks and demonic attacks,
My dreams have become a reality.
Destiny awaits!
My immortality is sealed.
With my beliefs in someone other people call “unreal.”
Here in the middle of the sky,
I have hope in a remedy for the great divide.
Healing.
Peace.
And kindness washes over my mind.
That world can be my reality.
My sanctuary.
My tranquility.
A place where all those with baggage,
Can be freed from their pain.
Rooms where everyone matters.
Nothing anyone says, gets erased.
If my dreams hold the delicate secrets of a better world,
What ideas can produce this way of truth in the real world?
A world of torn.
A world of ruin.
A world filled with void,
But not in my dreamland -
My dreamland allows me to escape into a soothing tide.
Toil no longer fills my conscious.
I’m more of a girl who likes relaxation -
Here in the middle of the sky,
I preface my life.
I shall no longer hide.
I won’t abide by your rules.
I march to the beat of my own drum,
I refuse to suffer.
I rather gather my thoughts in the sky,
Then play mind games with you at night.