The setting sun

Laying on this dirty asphault.
Eyes clinging to the colored clouds above.
Feeling only the summer wind brushing against my arms.

The street is empty,
Only the sound of trees swaying from this earthly wind.
The sun is setting slowly,
casting shades on these unfufilled streets.
Far out in the corner of my horizon I see the fading colorsink, purple, and blue.
Only conducting beautiful tears.

A bird flys over heard,
gliding through the soft breezed sky.
His wings flap fast,
He seems weightless in this never ending firmament above.

Cars drive by only starring,
never questioning these actions,
taking all of it for granted.
The pink clouds in this never ending place above
Sprawled out above everything.

I see the many shapes,
I see the teddybears and lollipops. All the happy things.
But I see the many sad faces,
I see the little girl trapped inside herself.

Maybe this heavenly world above me is only the world around me, disguised in our dreams. Never to be told,