Utopia/Dystopia

I have no Utopia, because utopia does not exist.
Utopia is a shallow idea, a shallow ideal.
If I was forced to describe my own personal Utopia, it would be right here, right now.
Nobody ever looks up; you’re all too busy staring at the floor in search of pennies and maybe a pound that someone dropped.
Utopia is shallow, and as such it becomes a dystopia.
My perfection is not your perfection; my dreams are your nightmares, and you want to build a paradise from this?
I am happy where I am, up here, where no-one sees me unless I want them to.
Nobody ever looks up; you’re all too scared to look up in case Heaven isn’t there and your world gets shifted to a scary place that you don’t want to be.
Your very own dystopia.
At its most basic level, utopia is happiness, and right now, happy is what I am.