Finding You Pt. Two: Telephone Wires Under The Morning Sun Poem by Leah Ayliffe

I'm in a world of safety now
I've got it all
Heaven, and I've got enough of midnight walks
To last me a thousand sunrises
That pale light before the dawn
Birds whispering dreams on telephone wires above
I'm done with waiting
I'll dance the time away
Headphones in, magic line to freedom
Music in my mind and toes
They look at me as they pass by
Damaged cars in the fast lane
While snow falls like sparkles in the air
Landing in my wild curly hair
Mother's and children walk past
Wondering who's that snow angel moving at the bus stop
It's a stop, why does she go?
Where to, where from, who cares
Nobody, but they think they do.
someone told me
'Your young heart is learning,
That life is not art'
she may be right
Cause I tried to live in life before
And it's just not for me
I like it best when I'm dreaming
Breathing in stars
Exhaling fantasies
In all shades of light and dark
Lost my sanity, all my fear
I'm not scared and I think I found God
I can't believe it's all true
But I see the idea and beauty in everything I do
I carry a madness underneath a charming smile
I let loose of the facade when I remember
It's hard to remember when we act so often
Actors on the streets outside our house
Which dress do I wear today,
Am I okay?
I think I like it best when I'm a strangers delight
I think I am realer when I'm with no one who has known me before
If they could see me now, I don't think they'd believe it's true
That I run around crazed and dazed on the daily
Falling into a world where I finally can see there's more to this than just me
The panic that haunts me is where
Where can I find you?
Somewhere with palm trees and skylines with city lights at dark
I'm sure, take me in your arms of art
Let me fall a part for the last time.