Utopia

Look at the world, see it swirl
the waters glisten with pure imitation
of our looks, and winds begin to twirl
let it be the end of your frustration
the grass is green, can't you see?
the birds chirp in the early morning glory
look at the world, see it spin
the sun rises over the blue Red Sea
boats and fishers have their own story
don't let fate draw you into sin.

Pure sugar the children eat, currency grows on trees
flowers bloom in winter, deer born in summer
sleep all day, awake all night, the day is yours to sieze
the old only seem to get younger.
the butter is creamy, and the cream is buttery
the apples are gold, and taste like damnation
forbidden they scream, but fate won't listen
the little girls and boys always act stubbornly
the yells always lost in translation
sweet juice that coats their lips, glistens.

Paradise you call for, yet none shows its face
bodies move in a dance of a cry
love for one another is lost in a chase
you once thought they'd be there to rely.
show your teeth with a grin
see the pure imitation in the waters
the days disappear as the time passes
heaven carries bliss within
men fight for their daughters
just lie and watch the sun warm the grasses.