Snow Globe Sea
Sailing on a plastic boat
In a snow globe sea
Look out into reality
Oh what there might be
Pass the glass and plastic,
Hang a left on happiness.
Turn onto misery lane,
Pass the shop of wind blown kisses.
I'd rather stay in my plastic boat.
Where nothing is real or fake.
But that doesn't matter anyway.
Nothing here is at stake.
Its quiet and peaceful
As the real world screams
Its unharmed and strong
as the real world bleeds.
I'd rather be in my plastic boat.
On my snow globe sea.
Where murder is an unknown word.
And pain is but a theory.
Heartbreak isn't comprehended
Nor is it in reach.
And everyday is based on
Pure simplicity.
So here out on my plastic boat,
I can watch real life unfold.
Shielded by my glass coating
I will stay unharmed.
From the things life can cause.
From what it can do to a perfectly good heart.
It can shred it and hurt it.
Until its pieces, torn apart.
But my little too-blue sea
Only knows of love.
And my little plastic boat
Only that he's above.
But they get along and do not fight.
Or lie or yell out of hatred or spite.
These words are nothings to them, for they are at peace.
So here I stay on my Snow globe sea.
A poem by Anonymous
