How the sky changes and taints

but I can’t see it, because of the smog

How the stars shine above it all

but I can’t reach them, because of your thoughts

that drift me from mine

weakly, weekly, wondering why

The Earth resurrects every now and again

and I am inert, trying to cooperate

not to smother it

Although every step I take defines it

and redefines it

as I make my way away

as I try to linger in a warm and weary

ray of the Sun