Folding The Map

I wish the world was truly flat

So I could fall into your lap

Just by folding the map.

So I stare into the sky

To the stars and beyond

And wonder how high I need to fly

To start orbiting the earth

Only to plummet back down

In hopes, it's closer to you.

Be patient now,

There will come a day

Where lights all fall down,

Creating a celestial pond

Where we can be together

Find the other

By the rippling effect.