
The day begins as one ends
Yellow beams throughout the sun lit sky
To be the clouds above
Blinded by its beauty
Only to be down here
Looking above at an undiscovered world
A place where light roams free and everything’s to be
Only it’s truest form of pure happiness
Why does this not shadow below?
The greys cover my yellow beams
Sun lit skies are hidden by the discovered
Blinded by the truest form of identity
Closed to the possibilities
Where is the undiscovered hiding?
In the yellow beams throughout the sky
Or in the grey shadows of my mind?
About the Creator
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