White Sky

What is it about today; 
that makes me want to hide away 
as I'm taken in by the white sky; 
enough clouds to hide me while I fly 


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empty spaces where I would like to reside; 
blank space that I want to fill; 
but the serenity this might kill; 
no matter, I will stare sleepy-eyed; 
what I cannot have I will erase; 
I will throw away what I can't replace; 
while the cold may scare me to dream of the toasty frost; 
Meanwhile, in the vast white serenity, my eyes remain lost.