I Touch the Sky
Thoughts float through my head like clouds
They block the sun, the rays they shroud.
I drift to a place where dreams come true
Only to realize that they are what you do.
My life seems like this paper cup
I look for things to fill it up.
But in the bottom there is a hole
I put things in and watch them go.
My words become a river that flows
It starts to rain and the level grows.
I stumble over the rocks and sand
Before too long, at the sea I am.
My hope is like the tallest tree
I reach the top and I can see.
That down below the world is small
I just hold on so I won’t fall.
I watch the sunset the day goes by
With my hope I touch the sky.
The light grows dim as it gets dark
The stars spark something in my heart.
Dreams arrive but not too soon
I stand out in the winter moon.
The wind picks up it gets cold.
The cold reaches in and grabs my soul.
I lay my head down to go to sleep
My eyes won’t close, I count some sheep.
Silence comes as my mind does rest.
I think I gave this day my best…
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