you're a storm
trapped in a hard metal spaceship
speeding like a star
through dark imagination
too far to hear and too busy to see
yet still you ponder
the world's creation
zipped in the safety
of your cold silver spacesuit
oblivious to the demands
of your diligent space crew
"Won't you climb out?",
they continuously tell you.
It's time to step into the real world.
It must be interesting
up in the clouds
Away from the chaos
away from the crowds
or are you simply afraid
to keep your feet on the ground?
It's time to step into the real world.
Take off that helmet
it holds back your screams
Take off that visor
it captures your dreams
don't you know that the world
is never as seems?
Well then let me create an ideal world.
