‘mallows of the skies
have no reason for you to despise
how asthetically pleasing they are to the eye.
to pass though what seems like bliss
only to realize that this
is turbulence.
fasten your seatbelts for she is waiting.
smiling, she hands you a drink
along with refreshments that make you think
that ingesting them is normal because, well, everyone is doing it.
how deceitful they seem,
smiles mean nothing
and the same applies to what your eyes see.
