The Poet Sky

I made this for you It's not much Just a paper flower Folded with care

I've watched you weep for burned bridges Long for times now long gone I've seen you cringe under accusing eyes Clinging to the past, unable to let go

There was a time when we were happy There weren't many other people with us But we didn't need anyone else We were happy to be together

Endings are hard To look back at something At someone And know that it's only a memory

A flame went out A guiding light to millions One that had burned where few like it had burned before

It's uncomfortable to stand up To speak out when something's wrong Like standing before looming faceless judges That hold my fate in their hands

I believe in my country That waving flag promises freedom And hope and opportunity A bright new future

Looking out the window There's life, moving, whirling about A never ending motion Like a kaleidoscope always turning Changing the world in small ways People come, people go Nothing stays the same for long Not even a microsecond

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You’re not like them Maybe you act a bit different Or you don’t look like everyone else Or they don’t understand you when you talk