Sky

Rays glow I walk in deep hue Sparkling toes and colors of feel I feel that without eyes It was real Through finger snaps and taps I drifted still They loathe my clothes of fantasy Because that is not their style They loathe my clothes of fantasy Rejections so worthwhile I spin out skin and fall on clouds of canopy The softest things in make believe Why want the end of such a sky Nobody sees The sad drop to their knees I relieve your suicide Zero denied Who closed their eyes In hopes for nothing more then ease Taken through bile through sky you smile What is your fantasy? It makes rejections so worthwhile On clouds of canopy