Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too

Somethings that people can do is change,

Change is something that is good or bad,

That is what Reality is,

Reality is giving us to have a change to the world,

If some people change to the good,

that a good thing,

If some people change to the bad,

than that alright cause that is not us,

By God gives us a choice,

Heaven or Hell.

That the next part of Reality,

Choosing something that is easy to make,

Like which one is better,

be free, or burn in shame,

that is just simple is that.

I choose Heaven so I can be free and Happy,

it like a bird flying without getting hurt,

and that is what reality is.

I was the bird in a cage
who never got to fly freely,
too domesticated to even
fly away
on its own.