Passing through the fence
Sturdy and reliable as ever
Once I came across a pretence
Met no eyes in my endeavour...

Well I came to look at the stone embedded in the way
The journey I call my dear life
The passerby comments what did the sky convey
Wondered long for a million years that seemed to cut the knife...

Looking at the world above
Clouds of fluff and colours that appears smooth not rough
Messages that were stuffed to fit the glove
Picked a sentiment that seems not a bluff....

Stated with an obvious doubt and reluctance
Sky be my limit that shapes the portrait so dear
The very clouds symbolise the fragments of dreams in alliance
The colours steady and calm yet jubilant that always appear...
© Myths