As I look to the sky, my thoughts dwindle
the clear blue eases my mind with no effort
I close my eyes as the blue and grey mix
smelling the sweet air of rain, i smile.
I think to myself, what belongs with more
without the habit of change and time?
the was answer was clear with little disgrace
the dark side of the ocean, cold with black
Change will happen with little force
even the expected will confined in self
time can change those with no watch
even with warning from the little voice
Try to listen with empty thoughts of hell
the voice will lead you to your blackness
to your own ocean with cold, hard answers
with wide eyes, you will see yourself truly
After years of listening with no standing
the answers will sway with the trees
to the north or the south, the truth reddens
as you turn in for the night, the answers float.