Staring at the sky

As the clouds gently move by.

Blue birds humming

With the sunlight against my eyes.

Falling through the cracks

There's a lot on my mind.

So much to say

Yet nothing at all.

The story of my life—

It's just started

Yet it feels like it's concluded.

A lot to experience

But so much has happened.

Wondering,

Should I keep writing

What's on my mind?

No matter how you feel

From these stories of mine—

I appreciate you looking

At these tales of mine.

Maybe it's coming to an end

Who knows where we'll go.

As the fluttering butterflies

Hit my ears;

I know it's time

To close this book,

Of mine.