Bleak and stale the days run by

Just and ordinary and average pale blue sky

The landscape bleeding green, nothing but colorful blush

And the suns rays tugging at the sky, making the trees flush

The world seems dipped in a halo, a pocket of land from above

As far as you run, you’ll never see a wolf with its cub

Not ever will you spy a spot of red

Only beneath your skin and in your head

Long fades the memory of wheezing for breath

And air is like honey, inflating your chest

You could choke on the sweetness and you almost might

But pain doesn’t exist here, neither does fight

Does too much peace often reak

Like eating sugar raw, does it taste bleak

Is this the treat we’ve all been waiting for

Stuck here forever, in the land with nothing more