Blue skies
Filled my eyes with wonder and demise
Because of the wind’s surprise
That cold is winter’s wise
And hot is fall’s goodbyes
That sometimes heaven’s eyes
Are mad at hell as happiness dies
I often look down when I walk
As my shadows on grass do stalk
And those few times I look up
Out finally slips a ‘what’s up?’
Even if I just talk to myself
Or to those lonely that need my help
Fate is to tell people of universal love
That otherwise could only come from transcendentalism above
Playing God isn’t good
Because the player sometimes catches the devil’s mood
And slowly your personal gates to heaven close
And friends betray friends and foes happily gain foes
Hands let go of hands and dreams give way to nightmares
And heavy smiles soon turn to ghastly stares
So what’s your hell, where does the bad belong?
When is good right and when is bad wrong?