Helium mind,
angry at the clouds,
obstructions.
The mans eye
view from here,
from the ground up
looking to the skies
looking to the stars
through the ozone
layer, resonating
out past the stratopause
and the spheres,
Finds me in a sleepy mood.
When I'm old, I want to be entertained by my memories, not haunted by the vacccuum of routine. My fear is that I'll wake up one day and wonder why I even bothered.
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