Somewhere

Astral Travel

Blue is the sky

Blue is the water

Endlessly going on and on

Full of secrets

Enriched with life

Fluttered with greenery

The strong smell of alcohol and bleach

The rumble of a motorboat

As fumes of gasoline empty into the sky

Flavors upon the mouth rich in design

A mural of koi fish on the way

Carbohydrate particles dancing in my mouth from a fizzy soda drink

Off somewhere is a colorful cherry blossom festival

Here we are in the ocean

The salty waves rustle past

As we savor each delicacy

Soy on rice and fish high in Sodium Iodine

Technology meets nature

Practicality triumph over creativity

It doesn't seem like much but the lights are in fact floating spaceships

The pure holiness

Is not in striving to become a good person

Or in overcoming obstacles of hardship

It is in Environmental Sustainability, Multiculturalism and in Neo-Grunge

That world faded

For every step forward

There are two steps back

A triumph and a fall

Death and rebirth

Green iridescent trees reflecting the sunlight

Somewhere in the woods, the faeries play

They too will disappear

The forests of many secret adventures

Become a more distant memory

Then there is peace

A crystal blue of an empty castle

Outside the clouds cross the sky as a whisper of a new day

A girl hiding from it behind the curtains

Dreams of castles and fairytales

With an ever-present God

Who shines in the radiance of the sun

There is a factory too

In it, people live

They accept their fate and they breathe in the toxic-fumed air

Never mind their lungs

They already visited their graves and viewed them more than qualified

Then they take their cigarettes and puff them too

Puff Puff

Black coffee

Fuzzy television screens

This is how it's supposed to be

Blue skies and roaring waters

Green palm leaves swaying endlessly in the cool ocean breeze

Please transform me

So that I can find inner peace

Not to be concerned with what others think

Listening to my own heart

Amidst the city noise

May I become a nymph

Separated from the hands of men

With ethereal beauty and mysteriousness

Listening to the sounds of the waterfall

Falling deeper into a trance

Moonbeams in my hair

Crystals littered throughout the cave

Utter serenity

Melting into the ruins of ancient history

I find that my eyes are looking at God

He is not white-haired and wearing robes but he has antlers sprouting out of his head and water flowing from his mouth

His face - a crazy scowl

The halls of his palace

Echoing years of human history

The halls are white, pristine and empty

Clouds move soundlessly outside the tall windows

People once alive now are turned into statues

Frozen in the midst of some action

In the middle of their lives

Their eyes seem vacant

As if they were waiting to be woken up