This planet is not compatible with you. It's too small for you and the people that you always knew. Their ideas of success depends on how you dress. They hate all of the change and ideas of progress. But there's a place in my head. I see it when I'm lying on couches, floors and beds. There's a place to go. I see it when my eyes aren't always closed.
A treehouse, surrounded with clouds, look around. We forgot our laptops but you don't see a frown. To the south, in the distance, you can make out the ground. Do you want to go back, just to visit, and take a look around?
This planet is not compatible with you. It's too small for you and the things you really want to do, but there's a place in my head. I see it when I'm lying in my bed.