Our Heads Belong in the Clouds

Lids are not obstructing my view,
yet my gaze is stubbornly blind.
A monotonous monologue is
spoken at me, not to me.
Eyes are fixed anywhere
but where they should be,
unconsciously obstinate.
No one wants to listen,
their dreams are more inviting.
Our heads belong in the clouds,
where life is easier to accept
and getting up in the morning
is not a threat, but a privilege


Words by Lisa, with a special thanks to Bree for being an inspiration.