The sky

As it passes by

It glides

It seems so unreal

A tranquil surreal

Like no other

So virginal it seems

Untouched by flaws of storm

Each streak of cloud painted

So perfectly

Each truth

Each lie

We tell to the sky

Each memory

Each wish

The sky contains

And as it drifts away

To another day

It takes each wish

Each memory

Each truth

Each lie

And with all the pressure

It lets out a cry