desperate potatoes fry easier

A thousand pictures stacked up as a house of cards
offering shade from the blistering sun
yet melting whenever it rains

You see ... the sky is expressive ... much more than i would ever wish to be

I may have words ... thoughts and dreams

but how good is it if i cannot see

Every night i glide from one day to the other ... like a stone rolling across the street
as the birds watch me curiously ... from far up high
How i wish those special people hadn't died
maybe then i'd have a different sky

What is it i have done i wonder ... to not be able to really decide
make up my mind
or perhaps have my life on rewind
so you'd be back in my life

instead of being alone