#630-Smoke

Wish I could…

Be as bright and alive.

Flying without fright,

Ready to crash,

Into life.

Sometimes it feels hazy.

Even clouds,

Blocking my way.

But it’s an illusion,

Of colors and fears.

Wishes do come true.

When set free,

In emptiness,

To blank thoughts, and

Dreamless nights,

Day-after-day.