Take me away.

There is a tree across the valley,

And if I could, I would

Build a majestic golden bridge

To meet up with it’s branches.

I would dance along the metallic floor,

As warm bare toes touch each golden tile,

I cross gallantly.

I would look down on the mundane life of the people,

Through their dusty windows,

And pity them as I pass them by.

I would let my mind release them

As I walked towards the future,

Towards the tree,

Towards the distance.