The Sky Is Blue

The sky is blue

The sky is blue,

but you know that, don’t you?

we all know what the world is like,

but do you really know whats inside?

To a poet’s mind, its a big metaphor,

To the common man, its the goal he’s running for

To an idealist? its what he thinks it is

To a romantic, it is what it is.

we seek answers for everything we see.

to wait and watch we’re far too busy.

Time is something we did invent,

To know how far we went.

I'm sitting here listening to Ariana Grande,

sipping my granny’s coffee thats better than CCD’s latte.

A bluebird just whizzed past,

chasing the sunset thats dimming fast.

Right now, I feel quite insignificant.

like I’m slipping into the vacant,

spaces between the atoms,that make up the world.

deep underneath, where life unfurled.

We have a set of rules invisible,

but obeying them is far from feasible.

When someone toes the line, everyone pounces,

ripping and tearing, so that not an ounce

of creativity is in there.

The sun’s finally under,

and the mosquitos plunder

my skin. Its time to get up,

get in and warm up,

for another evening of monotony.

The sky is black.

with a calm that the day did lack.

When minds wander and wander,

for once, without seeking a barter.

-Lefthandedchief13

25-08-2016

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