What is there to fret about with the wind beneath your face
All your worries blow away like the leaves upon the ground
The soft touch of breeze flaps against your hair
No I have nothing to worry about
Ah, the clouds up high!
An astonishing sight indeed
A reality so high up, we'll never ever strengthen our grasp on
Ah but you see, if we can break lose of gravity's hold
We'll touch the clouds with effort of no extence
The stars
A mystery yet to unfold
And when the solutions presents itself fit,
i wont live to see that day
But that's okay! Um, we still have the wind and the clouds
And the warmth Ah yes! the warmth, the light!
Such are these wondrous benefits of our Sun:
The light to guide us in every step we take
The warmth to hug us in full content
Yes! Indeed is our existence a beautiful view to withhold
With such a sight, who would want more than a relaxing seat to enjoy it's full content?
But the stars are more spectacular than these earthly phenomenons
A more mysterious ring to it's bell
An outer-worldly sight that cannot be felt or reached
To hold its' light in your arms would easily overpower these petty excuses for a vi-
Shut up
Enjoy yourself now.
What you seek is impossible.
Shut up.
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The Clouds and the Stars
PoetryAnd then a new year began... This book is engrained with thoughts and feeling of myself in the wondrous and mysterious world we live in. A world that can be merciless and dreadful at times. But every time I feel like falling, I look up at the beaut...
