Perfectly Imperfect

I float away
to another world
where music lingers
and the sun is golden
where pigs really do fly
and faries frolic
everywhere and
even the air
tastes sweet and
full of serendipity
a place where
dreams are life
and peace
is neverending
life is simple

But only for a second
do i live in this world
for i am pulled back
to home
where i belong
and that other world
is decades away

though this world
is not perfect
it is perfectly
Imperfect