A very blue sky that thinks it is a fucking garbage can.
I am the pond and I tell you to leave me alone
We have enough WATER.
Do not let it come again.
Why is it that the pond is the big boss?
All I ever wanted was to make waves
But I got over it
However I am not open to someone trying
To make my waves.
You let the clouds take control.
You are not even blue anymore
And I am worried.
Clouds do not control the sky
This is what I know.
You are a shape that I recognize
Only by the stories you have told me
In between Stay Blue and Clean, Young Pond
(my favorite),
And This Is Why Ponds Do Not Make Waves but Keep Trying.
This shap