When your sky

It is filled with lies

And deception

Poor reception

Of respect

And goodwill

You’ll suffer

When your sky

Is bloated

With heavy clouds

You’re like a house

Not ventilated

Eventually, you’ll suffocate

Good, positive thoughts

But when your sky

Is illuminated

Light surrounds you

Everything you do

Is starkly lucid

And your journey

Will be to the stars