A walk to the Outside

A walk to the outside. A place high above.
Time has no meaning there.
I wander outside
I dream of the places we
Made our own, times we made our own.
We were immortal.
Thoughts ride, branch, end.
I snap back to reality.
The commercial break is still on
I wonder how long has passed.
Time has no meaning there,
In our place far far away..