there comes days

when you can't tell the clouds

apart from the mountains

the purple abyss's of each

blend almost seamlessly.

there comes days

when the deep blue ocean

turns the color of the stormy skies;

both willing and able to do harm

but kept calm 

by the sound of the dying wind.

there comes days

when you can't tell right from wrong

and your mind loses itself

before you can run to catch it.