Aug 29, 2022
I pity the sky
it’ll never have my view
standing there without a clue
I long for the clouds
they’ll always be blissful
lounging there so unaware
the jet trail blazes pink
then drifts
easing into the background of my favorite canvas
I think I was meant for the sky
I mean, aren’t we all?
we just chose to love and appreciate
different pieces at different times