I have always pondered why
The sky turns blue at night.
And as to why, the edge of sky,
Holds the stars so closely.
Like little airtight entropies;
little trophies of time.
I peer from my window,
In search of these little lights.
That I find, I too, hold so closely.
I've oft pondered these thoughts,
These little thoughts that wander whilst they wonder; Why?
On that moonless night, I pondered the scattered starlight,
My parents quite often
Question my transgression with time,
I have always questioned their tendency to lie,
But I am but a filial duplicitous child.
Is it seasons greetings,
Or memories that pass me by?