decisions must be made
in dark alleys
of wishes and regrets,
leaving behind many
who he’ll never be able
to walk with.
the thought of choosing
makes his heart
ache,
left or right,
fast or slow,
right or wrong.
there’s no right way,
honey. there is no
right way…
so instead,
he closes his eyes,
opens his
bleeding heart,
takes a drag
of the city
and his people
and exhales long and slow
let the smoke rings
decide the way
to go.
arguing about politics
blaming guns, blaming you
drying conversations with past
cleaning up the future
young ones going green
gloating the status quo
aged cackling drinking martinis
complaining about their lives
all men are dickheads.
I see those stars,
Far away in the sky,
Shining like uptown bars,
Only if I can fly,
I’ve been there before,
But couldn’t ever catch one,
It was all smoky for sure,
My paper couldn’t even buy a ton,
These years turned me all red,
I guess I was all alone,
Always listened to messed up head,
From skin, now I’m only bone,
It all caught up, but now it’s past,
Screw it, I’m finally sleeping at last…
I’m the one whom you see,
When you look up, across the seas,
Spreading and protecting everyone, even you,
Like a shelter for all, not just for a few…
I’m the one where the birds fly,
Looking for food when their babies cry,
Where the airplanes take people away,
Passing through clouds as it swiftly sways…
I’m the one who holds the clouds,
Showering blessings when they shout out loud,
The blessings for farmers whose fields are dry,
I answer them with my teary cries…
I’m the one where light resides,
The heat which keep cold besides,
Where the stars twinkle at night,
Making beautiful patterns for every different sight…
Such natural wonders I show you,
There are many, not at all few,
People ask me who am I,
I’m everything and my name’s Sky…
As the years go on passing by,
I would surely not tell a lie,
New things I own and old went away,
To the lost place now where they lay…
Now I’m the one who is black,
In nature now I truly lack,
Smoke is all over me,
I’m burning now in tragedy…
I’m the one where chimneys glow,
Blanketing me, now the light is low,
Where the birds now come to die,
Without kissing their young-ones goodbye…
I’m the one who holds the waste,
Constantly changing my old taste,
I’m the witness of battles and wars,
Of the firing tanks and blown-up cars…
Such human wonders I show you,
There are many, not at all few,
People ask me who am I,
I’m nothing and my name’s ……
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