The sky
A bright
A gig'ling shade
Or that's the way the clouds were laid
Puff then puff, so farthy splayed.
I lie
I light
My jade hewn pipe
To see the clouds is what I like
Spesh'ly in this splendid light.
I fly
A height
To vantage point
The shining golds a king annouint
The reds and purple
Puffy there
Swell and expand in clouds puffed fair.
I expel the newly scented air
To cling to fibers in my hair.

Another year pasts, older I become
the more I see. Birthday parties have lost  
their touch. Two, five, nine, fourteen, as I strum
the fiddle of life. But what was the cost?

Cake and balloons don't cut it anymore,
Laughing and singing with family is
now a burden. Lit candles are a bore.
My eyes are opened, ignorance is bliss.
I do not mean to be so ungrateful,

But there happens to be an ungodly  
amount of strings attached. I'm not able
to pay them back for their trinkets. Oddly
enough that spesh day was never stable,

Except you didn't remember my birthday,  
but I never did like it anyway.