a house with clouds
There was no house before
No color in the clouds
with time that changed
And a picture was painted.
With it grew the seeds of doubt
Years went by. And still I am not quite sure
It took years of my asking, to know where this would go.
Tell me where it went to hell
And what happened in those days.
For years time and time again
No answer was ever gained.
And now I know the answers
And still nothing has changed.
Nothing that mattered was said
But everything that counted was saved.
Now I know about the mysteries
That kept me up at night.
Now I know about the pain. That
I doubted and recited.
Now I know for sure, what I
always assumed from the start.
I was not late to the ruin.
There was never a home to save.
The house was never colored,
And the clouds were never made.