Chasing Paradise
Behind the wall
lay a man, silent.
He used to smile
but the grins
have recently shrunk.
Intimidated by uncertainty,
stretched far by hope
unsung.
He drew his heart
perhaps she didn't see
he walked in front,
she walked the other way.
But the sky failed
the azure blue blotted
his sight, assumed.
Could it be,
I was only
a little boy
in yesterday's
wild sheep chase?
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This is probably one of my random musings, uncolorful and not as
reflective. 
