Our sky above is changing colour
The earth beneath is changing too
We’re in between we make things sour
Or sweeter, when the love is true
What's in the centre, makes the flavour,
It is the main ingredient
We are all tiny little tailors
To different rules obedient
Each one, is busy with his part
His piece of cloth, - material
Without one- job can’t be done
Composure is imperial
Not one of us can see it all
Only what near is water-clear
Unknown makes point appear too small
It fuels doubt, hatred, fear
Recommendations are too weak
Advice is often just too blunt
If only you could have a peek
Into my mind, you would be stunned.
24/3/10
Our sky above is changing colour
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