The sky was light but everything else was heavy,
The sun knew I wasn't ready

Effortlessly streaming like a brush of paint,
A feat that smothered all efforts of constraint

Blackbirds dotted in the distance
Fighting an age of resistance

Clouds stretched profusely
Broken by beams;
I say this loosely

With a muffled mind
I looked on;
With lights I grew blind

Life through the kaleidoscope
Would be a dream