The Boy Who Smiles At the Sky

There he sits neither brazen nor too shy The boy who sits and smiles at the sky He is not moved as those who pass him by He sits and smiles his head up to the sky There seems to be some peace to it Something for us that doesn’t fit But nature is subdued admit Admit you couldn’t, wouldn’t thus smile and sit. Mindless sightless people passing by Dare not notice it smiling at the sky Just move on faster doesn’t matter why There is nothing to smile at in the sky Pray what is it he’s smiling at I wonder is It smiling back He seems to hold something we lack We lack yet couldn’t, wouldn’t live like that Some things taught should really make you cry Not like the one who smiles at the sky Who lives in reasoning like you nor I Is there something in smiling at the sky What do his eyes now truly see Is his mind completely free Does he recall you and me And me we couldn’t, wouldn’t friends still be What meaning to time gently passing by I’d just be that boy who smiles at the sky As all my treasured memories sweetly die I turn my hopes and smiling toward the sky