High above
Looking down
Everything seems so small from up here
Like a miniture town designed for child’s play

Mini buildings

Mini cars

Mini figures racing back and forth
Who is the child leading us on our way
Do they wish us well
Taking care to lead us to each destination
Or are we one tantrum from being kicked away
Perhaps forgotten for the latest fade
On our own till we are rediscovered or thrown away

High above
Looking down
Everything seems so small up here