Something Philosophical....

So obsure

And utterly blurry

The vision deteriorates

Amidst the burning smoke

Inhaling the grey air

Hung low in a red sky

The sun slits her wrists,

Bleeding on the open ocean

Casting shadows of apathy

Along the coastline

I follow the tears of rain

Down the runnels

Towards the brightest star

Up above in the Heavens far

So quick to catch, yet so hard to see

Left feeling the ocean air

Breathing life into me

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