A world behind the clouds


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I Sit and wonder

If we’ll make it back to heaven

In a cluster

Will it ever work again?

I sit and ponder

Watching the light show

I’ve got no answers

Just something to believe in

Subtly wave to the wind

It’s waiting on you

You cannot be wasting away

You’re cutting close.

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Let’s see where these roads lead

otherwise what has it been for?..

Have all these years spent hoarding sentiments

meant to be shared

been for nothing?

seemingly now they turn on me & spill out

uncontrollably…

In a conversation about the weather,

I’ll end up spewing about my existential dread &

without the ability to reel myself back in,

I begin to sense the wave of my words cast a

big cloud over me,

billowing a tunnel that echoes my deepest

fears and hopes…

Is this my year? Keeping track of my good deeds

Now having committed myself to the rising sun,

I love to hear the birds sing their song to

what hides beyond the hill early in the morning.

I wonder often about the lives of birds..

big birds, little birds, birds that soar high up above

& birds that tread the same ground as me.

Sometimes I picture myself a bird & my song

playing in harmony with the rising sun.

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