Sometimes, I look up at the sky,
Watching Moon and stars fly by,
Accepting every single lie,
Like a gentle lullaby.
And sometimes—Oh! I wonder dearly,
Why repeat the mistakes yearly?
Will I forever not think clearly?
The doubts that gnaw at me—so eerily.
Sometimes I sit and think so strong
Of where my hopes have long been gone
And who might sit like me—so long
And wonder where their dreams have gone
And sometimes…sometimes a glimpse is seen,
Like blue eyes with a hint of green.
A glimpse, a glimmer that might just seem,
Like a long forgotten star-gazing scene
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
Sometimes, I look up at the sky,
Watching Moon and stars fly by,
Accepting every single lie,
Like a gentle lullaby.
And sometimes—Oh! I wonder dearly,
Why repeat the mistakes yearly?
Will I forever not think clearly?
The doubts that gnaw at me—so eerily.
Sometimes I sit and think so strong
Of where my hopes have long been gone
And who might sit like me—so long
And wonder where their dreams have gone
And sometimes…sometimes a glimpse is seen,
Like blue eyes with a hint of green.
A glimpse, a glimmer that might just seem,
Like a long forgotten star-gazing scene