One day someone said,
"The sky is blue,"
And you could never see it any other way,
-Because it's blue;
They said so.
Now you know
And knowing can be painful
Even if you see the rain is coming,
'The sky is blue'
Except for now.
(And that wasn't explained)
--That didn't matter,
The truth is spoken,
Sychronically shattered,
And 'truth' by Truth is broken.
Never mind the said so,
'Cause more than naught it don't apply
And the best way to take stock of things
Is to look up at the sky
Cause they'll say
"It should turn out THIS way,"
But no one knows-
and come the day,
The things that hold true
Show in bold through
As we make our way
and that's just life.
: 04/17/05