Delusions
I was staring at the reflection of the sun in the lake
Thinking it was the sky
Wondering why
The clouds all shook like they were nervous
The sky is the limit
So I went swimming in it
Thinking, alright, this is the happiest I'm ever going to be
That's when I heard a bird screech
It danced pass me and dove behind the mountain of a ripple
When it appeared again it was at the edge of the sky
Stop! I yelled
Reaching a desperate arm out to save it
But it was too late
I sobbed miserably
That's when I heard a bird screech
Again the very same screech
I looked down confused
Or was that up?
And saw the image of the sun in a lighter sky
I reached a cautious finger towards it
But even with both arms outstretched
And standing on my tip-toes I could not feel a thing
The clouds there seemed so stable
And the sun stopped its ceaseless winking
I saw the bird
Playing amongst the wind currents
A stringless kite
And that's how I knew I'd found heaven
Because heaven is freedom
And heaven is always just past the tips of your fingers
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