My Peace Dream World

To gracefully leap out of this planet, this world, this universe.

Gently your feet taps on the surface of an irregular dimension, almost.

You allow yourself to drift at the current of the wind, either propelling you high or low, fast or slow.

The sensation of being far from Earth, from all the mortification you face, is your saving grace.

Light shining through your transparent soul, as you live a longevity.

The immense strain of pressure all released at the touch of a button.

Then you find yourself plummeting down, away from your inner peace lair, waking up saying just these voluble words, and only these voluble words.

"I wish my dream were a reality. I want to escape and only escape without turning back."