The Ever Changing Sky

Poems, thoughts, ideas, ponderings, rants, etc.

Published Thursday, May 07, 2009 by Marcus | E-mail this post

Every day
Eventually fades away
Into nothingness, an abyss,
An absence of time.

New days get born from nothing
Old days get remembered,
Distorted and half made up.

Life, the way we think of it, doesn't really exist.
Life, the way we think of it, doesn't really exist,

Except
In our minds.

Life, the way we are taught to strive for it,
Running after it, like the most beautiful white fluffy clouds
You've ever dreamed,
Being blown towards an almost infinite horizon
By a gale, all part of the same storm
That brings the lightning
That kills trees on remote hilltops,
Leaving…those dead trees,
Forever haunting the landscape, frozen in time…

And
This storm
Is the same storm
That, when gone, leaves the air clean,
The sun shining and the distant view so clear, that everything
Everything
Makes sense once again

Once the storm has
Finally
Passed,

Leaving in its place,
The blue sky
That was always there
Somehow
Hidden.

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