A Different Sky

 A Different Sky

 

Under a different sky I could have…

 

I am here

Being this person

Walking this road

Maybe it isn’t an answer

It isn’t even a question.

 

Maybe plays in my head.

 

Under a different sky I would have…

 

This is now

The future is yet fog

When is a question

Today needs answer

What use is another when?

 

The past sometimes whispers in my head.

 

Under a different sky I should have…

 

Then is closed

Here is the only possible

Roads will diverge

I can only walk on one

Sometimes I stumble.

 

Under a different sky I would still be me.

Perhaps the road does not diverge so much…

 

Cliff Lake 12/20/2022

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