Leaving this day to day hell

I float up to something surreal

Escape this materialistic and malicious place

As my slate in being wiped clean

The memories flash by

Slowly submerging from my corpse

Entering my cloud filled utopia

Where all the lies deteriorate into fairy dust

Leaving me bare with truth

Sitting on my real cloud 9

I would replay every mistake and add a happy ending as the climatic twist

Relive falling in love

I’d try to sweep away my loved ones tears

Extinguishing their fears

And fly like an angle to save someone in need

A place where every food I desire appears out of thin air

And gas prices never go up

Where there is no reason to put up a front

Purity being the only cloak I wear

Things are truly all good

No pink pony’s unicorns and frilly b.s.

Just a divine sacred serenity