I saw the heavens as one and
not the many worlds beneath,
confusing my wants with my needs
and bartering with love.
Surrendering to the journey
which way do I go?
forward by one, back by two
no matter what the sky is
not blue.
Gray like the storms
each day from birth
hovering over cast
darkness upon the earth.
Weep not for sorrow
for there is always an end,
whether I chose it or you
did my friend.
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