blue sky

i never wanted to be a champion
and that was a good thing.
i would be frantic with worry, but
there have been friends lifting my head,
a dead weight especially in the morning,
and their arms never seem to tire.
i occasionally test them for their resolve,
but never intentionally.
to many people, and myself in particular,
the world seems to have turned a corner.
there, it found an interesting alley.
on that blind street, i held tortuous arguments with a few
light poles still glowing at night, and was determined to
be pitiless.  why?
i refused to believe their entirety synthetic
panorama of an urban utopia, and they cheat
by talking about mountains, valleys, clouds and
blue sky, workers and wheat.
i got the hell out of there.