My life is so good, it seems like nothing ever goes wrong. Yes there is an occasional set back, but all together my life is great. I wrote this poem the other day I was feeling in a cool mood so here it is. The Sky Are questions the answer have you wondered why the sky cries and bleeds and falls into blackness silently shed great flakes like dead skin cold to the touch then melts into dust why would something so great allow itself to be ruled by something so far away or in the darkness let its only light come from something so small or great things from far away are we like the sky? we cry we bleed there is blackness we let things govern us from a distance sometimes our only light is the countenance of a small child or a distant memory of something great maybe one day Ill look at the sky feel its tears run down my body in warm pleasure or cold grief or look at the deep reds silo wetting the mountains and drying to a black charcoal or feel the dust under my feet in a cold chill or thrill of the terrible decay maybe I can bask in the warmth of its lord or gaze up at its child in the night even its champions from the past and when I do this perhaps it will do the same for me there might be some typos because I have not edited it but I thought it was pretty good. Tonight I pray for Everyone