Cloudy skies
Lie wide thier broad belly
Though my eyes
long for a better day.

‘Non right or wrong,
A life slippery, lukewarm.
Horizons far so long,
A vision great and warm.

Dreams are a nightmare,
Fallen crumbs of a
Life so loud and fair.
Tears cried ain’t there.

Yes, a true saying,
Because we are not playing.