I look up,
and I see a barren blue sky...
a place to explore,
a place to spread my wings and fly.
I see the moon,
shown brightly, and in full stare,
with stars so ever gleaming
scattered throughout my imagination
a painted sky shown everywhere.
All the colors brightly blaze around me,
I sit at constant amaze at the emotion that I watch and see
I imagine this world of dreams
to lie so perfect
-as it seems,
but our world is not so bright, so blue,
instead it sits a fake, fooling everyone...untrue.
To look up and see the smog
as everything sits in smoke,
The world emotionless covered in fog
as the good carried by it trembles, as it chokes.
But life should be blue,
a painted pallet true-
among st this world we live in,
showcased by none other than you.
So be the person who dreams a dream,
who sees life for more than others seem.
to make all that isn't gold, gleam.
