climbing up into the hills above the clouds
white feathered pillows obscure the view
of dirty streets and souls been bruised
looking out onto the waters calm and blue
i let go of all my anchored needs
and wounds born of empathy

i must confess
i’m not immune to the desire to

live up on the hill
communing with the skies
removed from all that’s real,
removed from you and i

and look down on pretty little things
and laugh and dance and sing
while lives are desperate below
breathtaking heights they’ll never know

Written by Kyler England