Pink Clouds

By J.S

Reality popped atop a pink cloud

When it fell

It was so very real loud

It didn’t stand up

And look proud

It collapsed against the ground

Taking its time

With other real eyes watching

For a short while

Reality allowed the haunting

I stayed away

With judgment

And fears of being seen so fragile

I hid in less-seen spaces

I carried calm for other faces

I stayed afar, not to be a bother

To be seen as though nothing mattered

I always kept the clouds and reality

At least both in my periphery

While I marched on in my own way

Sloughing both; choosing lonely

I sat atop a pink cloud

Popped in isolation

By the time reality was nicely settled

When I fell

I just kept falling

And the pink cloud was nothing but rain

We both couldn’t find the ground

Just falling and falling

Begging help to give us ground

At one point in time

With my real eyes, I realized

That I was choosing just to flail

And now my mind’s sigh

Is set on high sights

Ones with your eyes

Of those real green ties

Of the layers

In isnt about time times

On the level plane

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The ground is fine

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