Sometimes I kind of wish the world was less blue

Maybe pink, or green, or some other iridescent hue

And when the world is too crowded

And I'm honestly confounded by what people are capable of while grounded

On this desert floor

So I dream up a better place

A place between the heavens, unwasted

Where it's neither night nor day

The sun and moon dancing together

Moon drenched silver

The salt on my tongue bitter

Below that sea, magical beasts

And up above, raging pinks to the east

It's my twilit haven

No push to be normal

No judgement if I'm weird

Because it's that one place I'm neither there nor here

It's a whimsical sanctuary

And it can carry

Me up above to the clouds