The End of the Sky

The sky was bright blue; birds sing a love song

But our path turned crooked and something went wrong

The comets stopped listening; the stars disappear

And the summer was definitely colder this year

The man on the moon, once smiling, has died

The white fluffy clouds turned gray and flat as they cried

The sun has exploded, simply not wanting to shine

All of this happened, and yet I still lie,

“I’m fine.”