If I Were The Sky

The obscure brewing with possibilities of disenchantment Convoluted chaos growing with emanated shadows That thin line callously drawn between the dark and the light It is a deceivingly clear invitation that numbly I will try to decline Forced into the hidden valley of painful memories by the moody sky My body follows suit like the downpour intent on destroying my health This disruptive nature pretends to know better than the Heavens above My spirit like the air wants to be free from unforeseen climatic changes A calm after the storm or the storm after the calm and which one am I Or are they simultaneously both within me like the clouds of this picture The atmosphere seems indecisive dangling between the two extremes To get to the shining sun I have to walk through the unfortunate gloom And so I do.