Mother, I had a thought today, | 1 |
that maybe the sun sets to the West, | 2 |
because it's never tried another way, | 3 |
That it's freedom to choose, | 4 |
is as real as me being free, | 5 |
from you. | 6 |
Even the sky deviates from blue, | 7 |
as a sunlit rain stripes it with hope, | 8 |
or angry storms turn it green to cope. | 9 |
As day turns to night, | 10 |
into the dark escapes light, | 11 |
unharnessed is the pitch black of the sky. | 12 |
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I can not be consistent like the sun, | 13 |
but persistent like the sky, | 14 |
to expose my true feelings. | 15 |
When day turns to night, | 16 |
I must be free to take flight, | 17 |
after the light to find an answer. | 18 |