Above me was the vast blue sky,
Below it I could only stare and sigh,
Above me I felt my soul soar high,
Below it though my body could only, slowly die.
Above me were my dreams, aspirations and desires,
Below it my crumbling stairs of pride,
Above me the sprinkle of fragments of thy old time,
Below it my forgotten lessons of life over wine.
Above me was my precious alarm clock,
Below it the reality continue to mock,
Above me my appearance all in tuck,
Below it I seemed as frigid as a rock.
Above me was where the unknown possibilities lie,
Below it was my fear a rapidly spreading forest fire,
Above me were my realizations in life,
Below it was my heartache for my squirms in futile.
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