Being Me

There’s no where else in the world I’d rather be.
Staring up at the sky, just there being me.
I turn my head left and look across the grass.
Wind blowing the trees, nature waiting to smash.
I turn my head right and look at the city.
The energy trapped. so much loss and pity.
I close my eyes and I think of you again.
How had all so much changed since now and then?
We use to lay tougher, in this spot.
We had our story, lost in the plot.
Never wanting it to end, that was love.
Like the real world, a gift from above.
But there is nothing else I’d rather be.
Staring up at the sky, just there being me.