passing

and you lift
passing,
beyond your comforts and homes.
leaving all your loves and mundane charms.

and you soar
passing,
above those colored specks
that coat the ground and crane your neck.

and you dream
passing,
through your faults and dreary traits
exploding from them wearing ribbons and bows.

if there ever was
a time
when this was easy
id like to live it.