Fly away beyond the sea,
where the trees are green,
and nobody is mean.
Where fashions lye trendless in the vast blue skies.
Where people live forever and nobody dies.
Sadness doesn't linger and nor does hate.The people of this desire here do not resent.
The life i seek is not true nor real.
It all depends on how you feel.
For if one imagines it can be real,
or just so happens that this is what they feel.
This place is within them, there place of serenity.
The beauty and grace, in such a loving place, with no corruption of any kind.
Like a dream world they live,
people learn to forgive.
No tempers will rage,
and no hasteling shall be arranged.
This place they live is a perfect place.
Where they alone can live in a space.
Of continual happiness to which they maintain there serenity,
in pride and dignity.
The place they call home is not so real, but then why does it feel like its surreal.
