As one thinks thoughts change
In an instance comes rearrange
One can only wake up and yond
Having eyes look up is a wonder upon
But with the theory of being among
Skies having their own particular look
It’s the Devil comprising evil ways being a crook
Changeable skies into questionable wonders
It’s not necessarily in that order
What holds for the hour?
Then there’s the added hatred being sour
The clouds seem to hug together
There is a darkened shade like no other
Heaven is way beyond anyone’s eyes
Deep within the universe, there is an element of knowledge and how we become wise
It doesn’t require dollar and cents
It’s something of sequence with a touch of a smelly scent
It’s a matter in having common sense
Questionable tomorrow, but concentrate on today
You are the commodity to illustrate all the way.