You like looking up
For dreamers always do.

Your eyes gleam with hope,
And admiration for

The vast, open anti gravity
Dome that lies above you.

For you think that the world
Is too broken to be mended.

I don't think you're being hopeless
No. I think you're being real.

And as imaginative as your
Mind can get, you see the truth—

This podium of fame won't last
And it will crumble.

Who will we be, after that?
You look up above

For it is your horizon.
The sky is your vision of hope.

It is your image of endless
Ideas and possibilities.

The enigmatic universe
Always interests you, but

Your mind is a universe in its own.
I could see why you're lost in there.

I could see why you might
Not want to be in this world

Sometimes I do want
To be in there too.