Crazy People

Imagine a place where all is good Where money is weak And hate is poor The children are singing such wonderful songs They dance and laugh And all get along People skip home And prepare for night Never wake up from scares or fright Kids can love whoever they want No race, no religion, no bias involved That's not real though, Just imagination They are endless thoughts, A figment of my fascination I often think of that place When I get hit Or spit at in the face Only I know those people on that cloud In that place where all are proud Those are some crazy people