Perfect World

Our blue raft holds us in the air
and we float around in circles
we are being stirred around
the wind never picks up.

The waves gently move us,
splashing against our arms.
The fantastic sky is always blue
with wisps of cotton.
The current never stops
Never makes us paddle.
Milk never curdles
and we never lose our breathes
because the air is clean as we are.

The smell of fruit and wheat
fill our lungs, fill us up.
And the sound of music
is heard from the headphones left nearby.
Peaceful melody's that never fade.

We are all here, we are all free.
We live in a cereal bowl,
and I never wanna leave.