They say my head is in the clouds 

Why? 

I dream too much? 

I think too highly of myself? 

My judgment is cloudy?

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They say to get my head out of the clouds

Why? 

Envious of the extent in which I dream? 

Of the height I allow myself to fall from? 

Because I know that I will survive 

And I will get right back up.

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I look above me 

How soft a place to lay upon 

Angelic 

Serene 

Spiritual 

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I can see the castles 

From just right here

Peaking 

Hiding 

Real 

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Once I have climbed all I can climb

Hoisted above the greatest arena 

I look below me 

And I see them 

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It is the most joyous first couple steps 

It is the bottomless hug I never knew I needed 

It is the cool condensation on a heatwave of a day 

It is the insulation on a chilly night 

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It is the infinity fall 

From a ground that was never meant to catch you 

It is your stomach flying out of your chest 

It is watching everything you hold dearly

Become engulfed in the comfort 

Or released in the mayhem 

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I can see the castles from here

I can hear the trumpets playing 

And the angels singing 

I am not afraid of the fall 

Because I know you are near me