Blue Glade

Green grass,
Cool, fresh air.
That's where I want to be.
Somewhere nice and quiet,
Somewhere judgement free.
Worries don't exist
But magic surely does.
Guns, drugs and war,
All something that was.
Now take me to this place,
Where I am not me
I'm here I'm there I'm everywhere
You simply cannot see.
Take me where the flowers dance,
In that nice cool breeze.
If life is short, then so is death.
Curiosity.
Time does not exist
Sure it's man-made.
If thats so true then why wait
To get to this blue glade?