Happy Endings

Sliding down rainbows in the sky Is this what it is to fly Like a bird blue or black that flies Never looking back just gracefully glide What is it to be with tribe To feel amoung kin of pride Where love is stronger than genocide No one alone all glowing in light When do you really die What if you do not rely On what you know as teal time But only growth by design I don’t know all that you find I am the inquisitive kind Who is passive aggressive at some times We never die if inside others minds