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Lazy Days...
Pondering at the sky one day
when thoughts in my mind began to play
languidly my eyes roamed the sea of blue
when suddenly an odd thought crept its way through
A thought I thank my mind
for it was really of a different kind
if i were a fluffy white cloud
i would wonder in the sky floating proud
simply observing all i see
as the world showed me all it could turn to be
i could glide over to Malaysia
and admire it's leafy canopies
or saunter over to Rio
and take part in its week long festivities
i might even ride the winds to New York
and watch the concrete jungle do its work
oh how i would love to be that puffy ball
with nothing to do, not one thing at all
except sprinkle some dreary drops
and take part in life's on-going plots
a vagabond is all I’ll be
all for me this great blue sea
but then again, if i were a fluffy white cloud
with nothing to do but floating proud
I would live long and free
Yet all this seems like a pricey fee
I would watch in dismay as those leafy canopies
would burn to ashes by expanding societies
while I gaze helplessly as humanity takes its toll on the sea
all i once loved destroyed before me
with time life’s mysteries will soon be revealed
Every wonder, every riddle no longer concealed
The grotesque nature of humanity turns crystal clear
Their greed, their sins only drive their fear
With only despair and horror before me, my spirit grows black
as the daunting realization hums: ‘there is no turning back’
on that note I would like to add
that maybe just lying here isn't so bad
satisfied with what little i know
for this thought taught me, too much knowledge is poison for the soul
Pondering at the sky one day
when thoughts in my mind began to play
languidly my eyes roamed the sea of blue
when suddenly an odd thought crept its way through
A thought I thank my mind
for it was really of a different kind
if i were a fluffy white cloud
i would wonder in the sky floating proud
simply observing all i see
as the world showed me all it could turn to be
i could glide over to Malaysia
and admire it's leafy canopies
or saunter over to Rio
and take part in its week long festivities
i might even ride the winds to New York
and watch the concrete jungle do its work
oh how i would love to be that puffy ball
with nothing to do, not one thing at all
except sprinkle some dreary drops
and take part in life's on-going plots
a vagabond is all I’ll be
all for me this great blue sea
but then again, if i were a fluffy white cloud
with nothing to do but floating proud
I would live long and free
Yet all this seems like a pricey fee
I would watch in dismay as those leafy canopies
would burn to ashes by expanding societies
while I gaze helplessly as humanity takes its toll on the sea
all i once loved destroyed before me
with time life’s mysteries will soon be revealed
Every wonder, every riddle no longer concealed
The grotesque nature of humanity turns crystal clear
Their greed, their sins only drive their fear
With only despair and horror before me, my spirit grows black
as the daunting realization hums: ‘there is no turning back’
on that note I would like to add
that maybe just lying here isn't so bad
satisfied with what little i know
for this thought taught me, too much knowledge is poison for the soul
my first poem on deviant art... something i found stored on my laptop... wrote it a few years ago
and was always fond of it... revised it and here we are!
hope u enjoy it
and was always fond of it... revised it and here we are!
hope u enjoy it
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