Paint me a blue sky
Ever wonder how close you are to reaching
With outstretched hands, the clouds approaching
But then with the grass soaked you stick on to it
Without being able to move, you resort to breathing
Because you see a wall, nothing.
But because you always desired the sky
The clouds swimming, up at the high
The trees rustling, winds breezing
With closed eyes, took my hand
Looked up and pretended to see your wonderland
Fumes of ethanol, beeps of machines
Cries of pain and suffering down the hall
Tasteless clumps of food
Smiles from them intended to be calming instead were fake
But you ignored all to imagine your happy little world
Why do beds feel comfortable?
Only when you can still get up
Not when a word of illness comes out of an aid's mouth
You dread the day you get stuck on the grassy ground
So do I
"I want to reach the clouds," you whisper.
"Not yet. Not today," I say.
Of course not, you cannot.
Because when you look up, you see a barricade
And that makes a difference.
Pints of red they take from you
They say it will make you feel better
But every time they do
Why do I feel life drains from you quicker
And now I have to see you fade faster
But still you smile
And it took me a while
To realize why
All you said was
Paint me a blue sky
