Nothing on the ground,
but dirt to be found.
Bunch mean crazy others,
suppose to be sister and brothers.
Makes a person want to throw up,
the world is so mean and corrupt.
Give me the sky,
looking up I know why.
God's somewhere out there,
even if not I still care.
No where else to seek,
after a hard days week.
I'm not into void nothing,
I believe in creative something.
If God's not out in space,
I'll create him to face.
No more guessing,
I expect a blessing.
Might not get sun,
still I expect one.
I look to the sky,
will until I die.
Makes me feel good,
enhances my creative mood.
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