cruising along the sixth storey
my hair fluttered in the delicate winds
all my troubles seemed to go away
an elation out of sheer exhaustion engulfed me
i paused for a moment, i breathed and gazed
short low houses and pretty clouds
the train passed by in a swift motion
faraway i beamed at the kids waiting for the water slide
startled by my vibrating phone
'One Message Received', it read
my heart sunk, it seemed to be telling me
'Welcome back to cold, harsh reality :]'
my words do not rhyme
my proses don't make sense
all that i am trying to convey
is just what lies beneath the surface of my heart