Reveries Of Utopia

Rambling idly through the golden swaying, sun-drenched wheat
Eider down caressing the calloused souls, of my wandering feet
Vivacious songbirds singing, from afar, invisible through myopia
Enigmatically endearing though, in whimsical reveries of Utopia
Rainfall, as sweet as nectar, tries to slake and wash away my sin
Immersing the dire myriad, of my impurities, much to my chagrin
Euphoria gently glows within me, seeing the setting sun's a pyre
Somewhere deep down inside me though, I'm walking on a wire...
On a fraying high-wire, I'm balancing on a tightrope in the clouds
Far above the boundless crops and the forests unyielding boughs
Under a godless empyrean, there is space and nothing else at all
There's only ether and solitude here, when the wire snaps... I fall
On a pacific shore, I'm beneath the void, the Earth above is blind
Paradise has gathered around me and there's nothing left to find
I rouse to wake, but the world's a fake and the reality of dystopia
As I choose a different fate, returning to those reveries of Utopia