Passing through the dark of night.
Each day, awaking to something new.
All things, they come and go.
A world spinning, to places no person knows.
Staring through those blue eyes.
Stagnating in places we cannot find.
A life so dear to you.
A world both of black and blue.
Something deemed a reverie.
Searching among those days gone by.
Peering into that bright blue sky.
I ask what I wouldn’t do.
Astounded, blanked by those faces too.
Days they seem to be;
Alive with something they cannot see.