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Blue skies, brown eyes

What we look up to

By Omari White-DaleyPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
Blue skies, brown eyes
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Blue eyes or blue skies

Looking right back into me

I Wonder how deep

They think I can really be

I wonder if at all they even really try to see

But All that you can see

The subtle differences between you and me.

Even though I drown

Theyre still scared

Theyll hear me on the waves

I've been up and down

And in, out the maze

I can't fall over

Ive been screaming out for days.

Bubbles make you all skip over

How come we only let the truth come out when we're so far from sober

When you say the truth outloud whys it feel so strange

Still I stay staring at the future

That distant mountain range

I've had to climb again

just so I an claim

That I'm free

But still you only see the brown in me

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