The Sky
endless in my mind’s eye
endless like memories
reflections of love
and desires felt
since I was a child
now I drive the highway
drifting clouds are islands
and they reflect the sun
as if the day has just begun
a river flows by my side
people in the diner reminisce
about how life changes
but still goes on
and children eager
to move out of town
end up living
their parents’ lives
talk of politics and taxes
in convenience stores and bars
makes philosophers
out of farmers and wives
and we make up stories
about what we cannot understand
on a quiet walk on a path
I take in all I can
and time is never lost
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