The Things That Eyes See

The things that eyes see
And the things that my ears catch
Collide together
To build this mental sphere
Where assumptions rule in monarchy
And everything spins around me.

Helios, I am, with deep blues
And nascent green patches
Rumbling thunders and raging summers
And shimmering winters and springs of all colours
These build me up into this ecosystem
And that defines
Who I am.

Somewhere deep some voice cries
To leave the sphere and drift away
Towards the soothing scenes
Of a simpleton’s life.
Crimson sunsets and a brown hut
Loving parents and a caring sister
Away from my own weather patterns
Nearby their cozy presence.
That’s where I wanna stay forever.

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