'The Streets of Heaven'

'The Streets of Heaven'

I walk on broken glass

My feet are bleeding

I do not feel a thing.

Not even remorse

For the destruction.

Maybe nothing is real

Anyhow.

Just an illusion

And I

With an imaginative mind

Created this...

But would I create

humans so pathetic

and weak

With egos that

reach the sky

heartless to a fault

in my minds eye?

I look down again

and see

The glass has turned 

to precious stones

And the blood to 

gold.

This will be

a much better dream.

Kes©2007