reflection
I sit here and wonder,
I do that a lot don't I .
Think, reflect and dream.
my head is so far in the clouds sometimes I think I can see the divine.
Constantly in the sunlight,
that is until someone yanks me down to reality.
I hate that.
Leave me be in my perfection
When I am down here I see grey.
I see sad and I feel it.
I wonder why anyone would want to live this.
the sad and the grey.
I fight to break the storm clouds,
to part them and see the bright again.
I do that a lot don't I .
Think, reflect and dream.
my head is so far in the clouds sometimes I think I can see the divine.
Constantly in the sunlight,
that is until someone yanks me down to reality.
I hate that.
Leave me be in my perfection
When I am down here I see grey.
I see sad and I feel it.
I wonder why anyone would want to live this.
the sad and the grey.
I fight to break the storm clouds,
to part them and see the bright again.
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