Perched upon a rooftop
the grass seems so green,
the trees high and strong,
like something out of a dream.
Looking down from the sky,
it's all so small, so distant, so hazy.
Unclear what I can see,
unsure if it is fake or reality.
From below, I look up.
Wanting to be that high.
See everything down here go away,
as I spread my wings and fly.
I float up, leaving all this behind.
Inching closer to the sparkling sky.
Everything becoming small, distant, hazy.
Everything becoming a fleeting memory.
Now it's just me. Just me up so high.
Wondering what is so wrong with down there.
Perched upon a rooftop, wondering why?
what inspired this?
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