As I stare into the distance,
Watching the sun rise on me,
And the haunting beats of 'Dreaming' plays into my head.

I think about home,
I think about lif.

As the skies turn a lighter shade of blue,
With a tinge of azure,
I wish, I beg, my life to be this beautiful,
To be this clear,

But skies turn grey too,
when it rains,

And,
Blue skies turn a darker shade of blue,
when that day end.

It too, suffers.

But,
As always,
It slowly turns to a new day,
The light of the blue shines,
With its new clouds taking form,
To make another beautiful dance,
Of another beautiful day.


*Second attempt in Life in a Poem*