Bleu By

Trying to be original

Running into invisible trees
hoping that time will pass and they'll
be able to be seen
because you really need
an excuse for all the bumps on your head

Jumping too high
won't let you be able to touch the clouds
They are made of glass and
only if you're a genius
can you ever dream of contact

Show the heavens your raised arms
show them all you have to offer
scream aloud a plea
and maybe one day
you'll be free of humanity

Swimming through a pool of grass
to crawl in a way that looks legitimate
try not to spin so fast
I think your planet
just used up the Dramamine

Dream out loud in sequence
give us stories we have never seen
tell us all a secret
and we'll show you
what it's like to be a king