As i sit and watch the sky ,
My mind continues to pace ,
Wondering if it was right to say goodbye.
As i continue to travel my mind,
I wonder why ,
Why are we so blind ,
To the reasons we find .
At times i question the sky ,
Are you lonely from where you fly,
But i doubt that ,
As to where i am right now ,
Could be the loneliest place alive .
Why is it that the sky frees us,
And not ourselves,
As i cuss ,
Knowing the answer is treacherous.
8th March 23
