Perfect world

The air cuts like glass
But the wind shall soon pass
For you are here close to me
Sitting under, leaning against this suffertree

Crimson leafs fall near us on the ground
We close our eyes and aviod the sound
During this quiet the silence screams aloud
As our visions drift on a hazy cloud

Monarch and god of our own mind
All our pleasure, knowledge & love there to find
We are a king & queen without a crown
As the noise forces us further down

Now laying stretched on the ever-green grass
The wind no longer cuts like glass
All is perfect in every way
In this kingdom we'll forever stay

Nothing is negative nor bad
Even the suffertree's no longer sad
An idillic place without sorrow
Never will i abdicate, for there's a tomorrow.

-Roy