High above your reality
Parker Bolte
I jump across the river, stumbling gently on the rocks
I reach the big oak tree caught in a gaze
The bark is rough, patters trapped in my thoughts
The branches catch my stare into a distant gaze
My hands match the curious patters of the branches
Higher I go, the horizon is near behind
I perch myself high above the treetops, the wind dances
I sway amongst the wind, up here time is still nothing to find
Mother nature holds me as I escape reality
The higher I climb, the more freedom I feel
The sticky sensation of sap gives me immortality
As the sun rests away, I do too, the horizon meets my heel
The short walk home, I’m ready for tomorrow
To go back to my sanctuary and escape my sorrow
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