A plain bright blue and an ocean of sand,
An expression of life's futility.
Like an ocean of sands, a billion human cover the land,
Each struggling to make impact and create utility.

Some rise with the winds standing above others,
Yet at the end of it all they are all displaced.
Their beings six feet below others where all is skulls and carcass.
I wish we were like the skies floating gaily and with happiness unreplaced

Yes happiness and true freedom like the blue expanse
Where first and last impression isn't a cause for cries,
Where fears, despair and dark shadows don't glance.
I crave, A true home, and peace like the gaily floating blue skies.