My special place

Sometimes I fall awake
And go to my special place.
I fly with the birds into the setting sun

This peaceful refuge is my best escape
Lost in my imagination,
As rhymes float with me along with pink clouds
Sadness pours out of the way
And happiness drizzles all around

With a snap of fingers,
I fall back to the ground and reenter the harsh reality
Whom seems infinitely difficult
More infinit than the perceived eye..

One glance to the sky is all i need
To truly realize the setting sun isn't just a dream
Life isn't as painful when I pause and
Acknowledge the stars
and the fact that
I am a bird and life is
Wonderfully beautiful...