Utopia

Pushed by an unseen hand.
How did I get here?
Wanting of a life that never existed....
Yet was built with smoke in utopia.
How do I get there?
I can see the fields as they form.
Puffs of sheep whiff into existence.
Trees float into place around
a smoking stream.
Hearing the birds sing spurs
my foot to move.
The viscosity of mud surrounds me.
As the resistance dissipates
visions of reality appear.
I look around to find
dirty dishes and unmopped floors.
Dust and dirt ravaging every corner.
My ears fill with the sound of laughter.
My eyes follow and land on my
greatest treasures.
My wants fade into quite oblivion.
For my need, my blessings,
have been met.
Gathering my blessings we dance.
Round and round till our world blurs.
Falling to the fluffy ground I found
myself with my greatest treasures
once again in utopia.
Where are we mother?
I dreamed of this miraculous place.
Without you two it was an impossibility.
You brought utopia to life my children.