The sky's blue;
ayeh, I'm not blue,
my smile sparkles-
like a twilight moon.
I'm no full moon,
truth is this mood anew.
For a yonder away is hope;
albeit, I chase it on hamster wheel.
as I lose pieces of my mind,
in trials of tyranny under scorching sun
for I am not in charge of my journey.
my means are winds as I move towards unknown-
yet I seek home atop fluffy clouds in a castle of sunshine.
Check out the prelude poem Blue