The Unyielding Sky

We are gathered here, you and I
To study the strange nature of the unyielding sky.
Spanned across our unimaginative eyes, pensively awaiting tomorrow, with all its potential for joy and sorrow.
Some say I am entering a new stage in life;
I say, as the old man who flies his pinnacled kite on the beach,
A fresh breeze from the firmament is simply a continuation of last night.
So, would you join me on the beach as I nomadically search for my own land?
We can watch the rising Sun then comb the shifting sands
And ponder some questions:
Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?
Most of you will be lost in the red sinking sands of time;
I'll be here, studying the strange nature of the unyielding sky.

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741