broodings

weren't it for

the sky is beautiful,

blue with fluffy clouds,

an orange tinted horizon,

streaky white trails from airplanes,

and it would be a perfect picture,

weren't it for the cables and street lamps adorning the sky,

weren't it for the skeletal trees reaching up,

weren't it for the cars littering the concrete road,

weren't it for the runners in neon colours,

weren't it for the slate paved roofs of the houses,

weren't it for every obstacle on earth,

it would be a perfect picture,

and that's so many 'weren't it for's,

that most wouldn't really consider it

a perfect picture anymore,

they would consider it life,

and that is oh so stupid,

for it is beautiful.