be the sky

the key is to be like the sky,

unmoved through the chaos.

but maybe it’s all just perspective,

when so far away,

how could it be a problem?

in the car and everything moves so fast,

but i look up and everything’s still;

a place to rest my eyes,

breathing into my spirit.

past these clouds there’s a world of chaos,

but it doesn’t matter to me as i take a moment,

falling into quiet prayer.

grey skies don’t seem so bad anymore

for a mind filled with a palette of despair.