We see life through the glasses of illusion,
What we know to be true is not so,
What we know to be beautiful is not so,
Only when we close our eyes can we see the world for it is.
I stared at the lonely blue sky
it’s vastness calling out to me,
oh why, oh why do humans not have wings?
Sometimes we go through life,
floating like the thick grey rain clouds
And sometimes like the wind rustling up everything in our path.
“Stars are the universe’s little epiphanies.”
But how can you say you have lived and not known sorrow,
for every person in their lifetime befriends sorrow,
some in staccatos,some for a lifetime.
And hope cut through her soul
like the first ray of sun through the eternal night