They’re watching me,
sat in the corner of the bar,
while an apathetic voice speaks the horoscope out loud.
Beauty. Sunny days. Warmth.
This weight on the shoulders,
people talking about their own illness.
And, all of a sudden, light, blue sky, white stripes in the firmament.
I find myself crying before my mind realizes what’s happening.
Don’t bring me to reality, let me fly away.