Miles of luscious, fertile landscape passed
Over fields of flowing, lively grass.
A bird\'s eye view of this world of joy
And another memory for grief to destroy.
For within this dream you once more find
A world forgotten and left behind.
A vision of peace, never achieved
A promise of serenity that only deceived.
To now only see when you close your eyes,
For when you fold your wings the dream subsides.
Awakening unto the crippling realization
That the beauty you saw was falsification.