On Top Of The World

By Stella Story

From all the way up here

The people Look like ants

From all the way up here

The Buildings look like children’s toys

From all the way up here

The trees look like twigs

I could snap with my bare hands

All the way up here

All my worries disappear

All the way up here

Everything goes away

And I am left

On the iron bars

With my paint can and my brush

And myself

With nothing else