Millions of Light Years

2/21/17 The sap from a pine smeared Onto clothing made from hides of deer Not all organisms and lifeforms cry tears Across a dark and bright sphere Objects quite near Or at distances of millions of light years My mind clear I'm sincere I've only got so much time here Could sip or skip on an iced beer Got to take it to a higher gear And pioneer Close and by piers Near the lowest and highest tiers Could be all set to go From head to toe You just never know, might be more or less than nine years Among items dull or sharp like spears Experiencing things first hand is different than hearing it with your left or right ear Occasional events that cause mass panic as it continues to strike fear In plain sight and places you would never think of, signs appear In control of our own ships, so you better try to steer Near the end of days you just may have a greyish white beard Hearts colder than ice jeered Often at one of the only nice seers Due to being unable to understand what they'd find weird Regardless of if others might sneer In and out of different areas my eyes peer But occasionally the line of sight blears By: Dalton Ogletree