Flying was once a dream,

And now a reality.

Feeling overwhelmed, ...

Glossy or matt.

Wet or dry.

It’s hard to tell, ...

When clouds,

Block my view,

There’s a good reason, ...

A few olden relics,

In time turn to classics.

They stay around, ...

Tonight,

The sky to red turned.

Yet something inside, ...

Reality is at times painted.

Disguised, in everyday life.

For some it matters not. ...

When a friend is close by,

Growing old is rather nice.

A familiar scent, ...

Broken, and

Trapped behind bars.

Some days feel strange, ....

Hot summer days,

Are here to stay.

How times have changed, ...

Today’s clouds,

Paint a different sky.

They look threatening, ...

Monday morning,

And back to work.

It may appear calm, ...

A day,

For memories to rewind.

Another year passing by. ...

Finding one’s way,

Is often hard.

Mountains, valleys, ...

In years past,

There were occasions,

I judged others, ...

Today,

The world felt unclear.

So I looked around, ...

Sometimes,

The sun descends,

Behind dark clouds. ...

The sun hides away,

As clouds ponder,

Whether to rain, ...

Brighter patches,

Appeal.

But darker ones, ...

Even in the darkest nights,

There are friendly,

Welcoming harbors, ...

A colorful mixture,

With subtle flavors,

To calm restless days. ...