Pessimistic Vs. Optimistic

Yellow-green destructive clouds illuminate a fake sky,
As a beautiful scene sickenly trapped inside a lie,
Flowing eternally through endless spaces of time,
As the grotesque cloudy scene changes to lime,

Eyes glisten with moisture from the sadness of fear,
Killing the sensible thoughts whispered in their ear,
Gracefully touching their surroundings with sound,
As their breathing brings them closer to the ground,

How long could this pessimistic existence last?
With every second of the sky eroding into the past,
Our lungs compacting as the air wisps away,
As we vomit our feelings into the words we say,

Broken clouds are gateways to signs of light,
Shimmering like a golden star through the night,
As brilliant as the smile of a new-born baby,
Knowing that his chances of being good are, "Maybe"

A birds song can echo for miles to bring joy,
Lightening the mood for every girl and boy,
Giving them a reason to not believe in false hope,
But in turn, learn a million more ways to cope,

As we all search for the light at the end,
We wear our hearts on our sleeve with a grin,
Praying that we can rely our dreams on a friend,
We lead separate life-styles to find our soul within