Listen to this..
His life and the sky both curled up as they lie in a field with their hope. It’s defeat brought them close.
The demise left them broke. The defied look on both of the close friends was hopeless. Up they both choked.
Soon, one of them spoke,
“With a wide eye, I’m silenced. This life, and your kindness, is beautiful, but to look behind us is blindness.”
Forward. The path is both futile and crass, but to deny their presence is to deny their wrath.
They realized this and then laughed.
In hope did they meet and in hope can they stay. It’s not hopeless when both of you shape your own days.
"Make love to the future and give gifts to the morning. Backwards just bores me. It stores the past for me.”
, said boy to the sky, “No more mourning."