Reverie

Staring up at the clouds, with a eye of wonder — Am I going to be like this forever? My body's on the ground, the grass swaying around. The thoughts float up my head, like the clouds up in heaven. My heart is deep with feeling that is felt, My thoughts are heaven, and my heart is hell. A noble occupation or a dreamt reality? To be able to live, or to be free? I'd pick my dream, if I was a different person — Because I have expectations to act upon.