Far Away in a Place Nearby

Where the owl hoots in the morning

And the birds sing at night.

Fire ravages through cities

Leaving them clean and bright.

Water is like crystals

Falling from the sky,

You’ll never feel lost or lonely,

But you won’t really know why.

The harder you try

The more you’ll find,

“Lost” is not a state of being,

It is a state of mind.

How frustrating it was

Being happy all the time.

It was as if there were a hill

You were never allowed to climb.

The wind never had

A path straight to your heart,

Until you dug a hole there,

Your sullen piece of art.

“If only I could make it

To the other side of the world”

“There things would be different

Nothing would get old”

The pain of a small cut,

While making lemonade

Would not exist there,

You would never be afraid.

Vanilla would taste

Exactly how it smells,

And markers would never dry,

Never hearing the sound of knells.

The ice that forms there

Is not so bad,

At least it could numb

All the pain you’ve had.