Something Strange

I sat, I stared though the a window,
Looking upon fields of bluish grass.
Something was strange and to claim
I knew what would be to lie.

And as my gaze continued,
I swear the fields knew.
They could feel my eyes intruding
Upon their peaceful existence.

And suddenly, with gravity escaping
My chest,
The house rose quickly into the sky.

I jumped from my seat quick as ever,
To see the grass blurred far below.

As far as I could see the bluish grass
Rolled in wondering waves.
Flinging whatever lay in its path.
And as the house began its descent,
The waves grew smaller and less
Frequent, and then not at all.

A ripple ripped though the earth
I knew and I soared high only to see
What a simple lie I had always,

Always believed.

I sit and stare through this window,
Looking still upon fields of bluish grass.
Something is still strange.

It is I.