I look out the window, i look outside at the sky and watch the sky and clouds combine. I look at the sky and watch the grey and blue bind, then i blindly stare at the sun and wonder how it can still shine.
I ask myself WHY?, searching for an answer i look out the window and stare into the sky. I see drops of water falling from the sky, they're falling so fast, drops of H2O hauling ass.
Each drop of water representing another person gone insane, each drop a tear from the clouds crying in shame. I look at the clouds and realize the whole pain, and wonder how it can manage to still rain.
I look out the window and watch the mountains. They're so prooving of life yet such a sad soothe, so full of hate and gloom.
If this earth is the devil's hooves, how do mountains still find a way to move?
My mind so blank and empty, i lay on my stomache and decide to pray, pray without words since i have nothing to say.
With my hands pressed together, i strive to feel God, i only see his music but i start to jive. His music looks so rythmic and i feel so alive.
Sending me a ray of hate, it makes me cry in my own sort of way, i glance at the clalendar and wonder how another day can go by.
I look out the window and see the fog, so full of nothing it's hard to find.
With all this wrong i wonder how it still finds time to cloud my mind.
I snap out of my trance and hear God's music so i start to dance. Now my eyes are ready to see reality, i look back out the window and realize i haven't any immortality.
Looking out the window i see our earth, i see my life.
But soon come to realize it isn't a window, now i understand the whole. I'm looking into a mirror and staring back into my soul.
I am a thief for reality I stole.
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Reason for writing:
i thought of writing this poem on the first sunny day that it didn't rain of spring, and i wondered what would happen if things like the sun, mountains, rain, clouds, and the sky had feelings like a human being, and what if they were affected by how we treated the earth, and people among us.
If they were affected be this, would the still the sun still be shinging, or would it be too sad.
Would the mountains still be moving, or would they be too tired.
Would the sky still shine blue, or would it be too faded.
Anyways, so thought about all this, and ended up writing this poem.
So that's what the poem is about, but the story of the poem is basically this guy looking out a window and thinking all this to himself, then eventually he gets so sad of the thought he starts to get sad. and he soon realizes he's not looking out a window, but he was looking into a mirror and seeing his soul, and he was really looking into how he felt about the thought, and what would he would do.
Birth sign: Gemini
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