A drop of rain, A touch of sun, A river grows, A flower blooms, Yet everything, The exact same. Year after year, Day after day It’s all the same. Nothing changing, Just the same thing, The same routine. No matter what's done, Continual grief Bearing down on me. Constantly hearing The exact same speech. And yet, The same thing, The same routine. Maybe, Just once, This year, Unlike the last – It is time to move Without any fear; Breaking The mundane Repetition. Life is too short For misery (To not live free); Instead, break free Of the mundane Boundaries And be Seen.
Surrounded in white, Adorned in heavens light: Swirling around my wings Is the taste of heavenly beams. Blue leads the