A Mockingbird (Up Above the Clouds)

“Just out of reach, just out of reach,” the mockingbird sings as we both gaze up at that big blue sky.
“Passion and dreams,” I silently preach, “bring meaning and essence to a person’s life.”
And where, oh where, do my dreams lie?

I gaze out the window and claim, I’ve finally seen things for the very first time.
“A dream is a dream is a dream is a dream, but it’s only a way to lie.”
No; I won’t be swayed, without hopes or dreams—

I guess I’d rather die.

“My aspirations are great,” I admit as I sigh, “too great to be housed on this Earth.”
And yet a beautiful canvas of pale pink and mirth gently meets my eyes.
And I can’t help but wonder “why”; the sun just looks so bright…

And then I realize, on these wings of mine, that I’m not where I usually am.
I’m where I’ve only once been in a dream lost among forgotten times.
I’m exactly where my dreams lie.
Up above the clouds, I find,
My dreams.

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