Weather Report

Weather Report

The blue sky, seen through the window, lets me know;

that its light outside.

Inside I’m dark; due to time, and because…

living is dying and life’s dirty like stained clothes,

and yet still, no one seems to know, why the caged bird sings.

Still,

I keep hope alive; otherwise, I’d die…

So I look outside (myself);

and the blue sky, seen through the window, lets me know;

that its light outside.

Advertisements


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s