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The Sky
I wish the sky would make up its mind,
As I search for the things
I'm hoping to find.
A tightrope walk
Over a dark abyss,
Sometimes I hit,
Sometimes I miss.
From the mountain to the desert,
The sky is the same.
Yet sometimes it's sunshine,
And sometimes it's rain.
Up so high,
Oh so down.
Sometimes I thirst,
Sometimes I drown.
Rivers flood,
Dust blows away.
Sometimes its night,
Sometimes it's day.
Clouds so dark,
Snow so white.
Sometimes I'm serene,
Sometimes I fight.
It's funny how the future
Is built by the past.
I guess it's true,
Nothing gold can last.
Thunder and lightning,
Cool windy shade.
Sometimes I swim,
Sometimes I wade.
Sometimes there's stars,
Sometimes a moon.
I hope that I find
What I'm looking for soon.
But it's not only gold
That I'm hoping to find.
I just wish the sky would make up its mind.
-Jeff Gaines
Friday, June 13th, 1997 5:04 a.m.
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