a friend mentions the blues
i think of sky
empty
lonely
clouds are nothing
but the images we make of them
we know
sort of like lies
hard to imagine
that there is anything
up there
but still
we want to know
the unknown
sort of like lies
we seek the truth
even when we know
we will never find it
them
answers
still
we all look up
into the blue skies
the same blue skies
we all see
every
single
day.
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