Blue
Cars zoom by, outside the window
Some go fast and others lag slower
And I think I am watching a child’s tv show- (Mr. Rogers. Maybe…)
Where I saw little, fake cars move by slowly…
I am without worry
Nothing around me is anything but a story that I am creating.
I am painting my picture as I see the people through this window frame.
My lens is big and I make new discoveries each second.
A Texas Flag waves its hand at me in the wind.
The trees rustle overhead
As birds burst out from them like rockets from a ship.
Shooting out like darts into the blue sky.
They meet the clouds and do a dance before me.
They are very much alive.
The clouds show me they are alive too.
As they dodge the plane that wirs and whistles past.
The clouds know better than to stay in its path.
They scurry away.
And I am left looking at blue, blue, blue.
Miles, Miles, Miles.
Until I can’t see anymore.
I could drink that blue.
Some go fast and others lag slower
And I think I am watching a child’s tv show- (Mr. Rogers. Maybe…)
Where I saw little, fake cars move by slowly…
I am without worry
Nothing around me is anything but a story that I am creating.
I am painting my picture as I see the people through this window frame.
My lens is big and I make new discoveries each second.
A Texas Flag waves its hand at me in the wind.
The trees rustle overhead
As birds burst out from them like rockets from a ship.
Shooting out like darts into the blue sky.
They meet the clouds and do a dance before me.
They are very much alive.
The clouds show me they are alive too.
As they dodge the plane that wirs and whistles past.
The clouds know better than to stay in its path.
They scurry away.
And I am left looking at blue, blue, blue.
Miles, Miles, Miles.
Until I can’t see anymore.
I could drink that blue.
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