Deep poetry

If there is ever a day, where I look out my glass bowl and see nothing but sun rays, I’d probably die. For so many years I’ve been chasing that perfect sky, no clouds and just pure sunlight. But , the truth is I’ve been chasing a false reality… something I will never see. Sure there are days where the clouds may be nowhere in sight, but my depth of perception is minuscule compared to that of a higher being. Here I find myself running back and forth again and again, wondering when I will truly see… a broken record playing my favorite melancholy beat. It’s like I’m reading a book on my life : The Case of the Lost Identity. If there is ever a day, where I look through this cage and straight into that mirror, bold and ready to remember who I am… I might just cry. Has anyone heard this song before? Who am I? I can’t get this melody out of my head… I wonder if anyone else is listening to what the ear worm is preaching. Clear skies don’t exist. Just like it can’t rain without a cloud… even if a sun shower creates a mirage of unexplainable phenomenons. Thousands of spirits drift through our lives daily… though you may know them as bacteria or minute organisms. It makes sense why I’m always so sick, peeking my head above water outside of the firmament. Basking in pure sun rays would probably fry me as nothing can survive in pure energy.