I hate how time exists
Everything changes...

I stared above on the vast dominant blue
Designed beautifully with clouds of white...

How does one bid farewell
after a long joyous companionship...

I’m like a flower grown from a seed
Waiting to bloom and brightly shine...

I have more to do and much to say
My mind couldn’t stop it anyway...

There’s nothing fair in politics
as well as in love and war...

Square, spotty and full
Simple, scarred and a little rough...

Usually glowing and feeling bright
To seem like there’s no pain in sight...

Dearest blue fledgling of a worn old tree
Shaking with wondering eyes...

Don’t make me, as I already am
Teasing distantly with set of knives...

Time never stops
not when it storms...

I sat gently underneath the lights,
inhaling this aromatic barbecue smoke...