What’s up there I wonder

I wonder if it’s as dark as they say

Or is it so dark that it’s bright beyond our comprehension

I wonder if the days turn into years

Or do the years turn into days

I become lost as I sit and wonder what’s up there

Lost in the imagination state

I find myself stripped from the reality around me

Here nothing is real

I’m able to really imagine what may really be up there, and what may really be down here

Are we the end

Or are we beginning

I wanna win the mega million

Then I’d spend it on mega million knowledge

I know smart huh, everyone knows that’s truly valuable

Maybe up there our brain patterns turn into wave patterns

Or or maybe we can just jump really high

I can feel my heart leaving my chest now

It’s the fear of flying

The fear of loosing all control while in the sky, now how many ungraceful birds that you know are soaring high.

Besides sleeping must be awkward if your up that high

I think everyone should set time aside to really stand in the a moment in life

Taking in everything around you, and releasing whatever heavies you

Appreciating the massive greatness (we are sometimes undeserving of)

All the beauty we get front row to, when you think about what may be up there, you allow yours to grow beyond a normal state. Now if you find out what’s really going on up there maybe a seat with the Gods awaits!