what goes up

I pretend sometimes

to just disappear.

Click my fingers twice,

then fade into thin air.

To my parallel world

with the one I hold dear.

No problems to think of,

it's just us in here.

To a place without worry

where nothing is wrong,

no scowls on faces,

the others have gone.

In our parallel dream,

floating up to the sky,

we just laugh and play,

as the clouds float by.

And with parallel thoughts

everything is so calm,

there is no cause to hide,

I can be who I am.

But as we rise to the top

and hit the earths atmosphere

I know our bubble will pop

and you will disappear.

We not really parallel,

except in my dreams,

as substantial as the mist,

things aren't what they seem.

So without consolation,

to ground hard and rough,

I'll return on my own,

that's just life, it's just tough.