Utopia

I long for a place in space. Where clouds are nebula and shooting stars are supernovas. A place quiet echoing with voices past and a love for me that lasts. 

I need a mansion in the ocean. With blue skies always above, and colorful reefs all around. With friendly sharks and talking mermaids. I'd stay there all day long listening to them sing, and sigh and swell with what the currents bring. 

I crave a castle in a passel. Of mountians way up high where there is nothing but clouds and sky. We'd laugh all day and stay that way, oh happy happy me. 

Sometimes I see myself somewhere else. Anywhere else really. And I can't help think that if I just blink I could be there really and truly. Alas it's not to be. I'm not made for the sea, or air. To stay up there without a care? to ride the nova's power on a dare? I'm not meant to be in the stars, just meant to deal with cars. and civilization to bring me down again. 

This isn't a poem. just so you know. My poems are worse :):):):):):)