To find something that I own,
The abundance of tangible stocks,
Only to find it’s just me alone.
Countless arrays of discreet things,
Large and small, living and dead.
But not one could I claim mine,
Before I was urged to step ahead.
Looking up at that indefinite sky
After an arduous consciousness,
I wished for a peace of the blue
That’d walk alongside nevertheless.
“Should I jump extending my arms?”
“Or should I wait for it to descend?”
“Should I divulge what I intend?”
“Or should I wait for it to pretend?”
“Can I ever even be able to touch it?”
“And is it really blue?” I did wonder.
Presuming idly the white responses,
I stirred forth the awaiting thunder.
It’s always been walking alongside
Since I first beheld the glary summit.
I wish I hadn’t feared the unwritten,
I wish I had then ignored my wit...
