The sky is light blue

Its sweet melancholy makes me think of it all

Dreams being chased in such optimism

But all I see in the sea is a reflection of myself

How I view the world

A sea of red

If so polluted with a sweet tangibility

Must I recreate or destroy?

Here lies the fools in this world

But also the good and most precious people, who are worth saving

Though human nature can be so erratic and spontaneous

I still stand alone like each and every one of us