I wonder if you witness our monstrous actions sometimes
and if in your own way you’re just trying to say not this
time.
When you became enraged
and told the clouds to let us have it,
was that a warning
or were you just suffering from mood swings?
I don’t get it
sometimes you’re calm
next minute here comes your palms
covering us in anguish,
experiencing distress,
looking like a proud promoter for unkemptness.
Are you finish?
I can’t distinguish
whether you’re
here to help
or leave us imitating stupid.
Sometimes, I think it’s a nice summer day
it will definitely stay sunny,
next minute here comes heavy rain and high winds.
Do you find it funny?
You lost me – tell me!
What’s your objective?
I use to think that you were the home of angels,
but I soar through you and there’s nothing more cold
and fearful than being in your presence.
You planning on ever just settling down
and just being happy,
or are we constantly going to play victim
to your curse of unpredictability?
Sky listen, choose already
because it’s summer and I told fun I’m ready.
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