even on a day
like this one
   when

   with all the blue sky
   and the sun

life suddenly
looks grey in grey

so different
from the day before

I do love you
even more

   *  *  

all lives
are books
with unfinished pages

stories told
without knowledge
of the end

life stories
always incomplete
with open-ended plots

to be continued
by those who go on
living

In this fog I stand
not sure how to live
any fruitful life in this land
Oh how this fog hides,
hides something so bad
Out here in the red, white and blue
we are taught to be free
"I should only care about me."
Yet we must have forgotten
we are taught to follow society
Nearly more valued than money
For this is America's greatest hypocrisy
We want popularity
We wish not to be free
in this land glazed in haze
in this grim-hopeless reality