the other side
always blue
jack just wish he flew
jack had no feathers but
he had his awesome thoughts
so he thought and thought
sometimes he wrote most times he forgot
and that day came when he could think no more
trapped in his window he could see no more think no more
and then he went inside
indoors he started to reside
after a few year he returned but without remembrance
he had to describe his childhood left some friends
the trees, the breeze and that surrounding flow
but he didn't recognise any of them he did not know
and all was lost to the moment jack gave up
thoughts that he couldn't obviously see had by now shaped up
it had become a picture of another universe
staring blankly at a girl that just lost her purse
she smiled wondrously at the landscaped picture
and ran to match with her pastel color
she drew it to the precise
to show daddy the world outside
and there was jack amazed at the little child
telling her the painting is the spitting image of god's mind