Not The Air Farce.

the sky stands there
in front of me
and tells me these mysterious things
it is a quandary

the sky stands there
and watches the people
walking around doing their humanoid things
we are a quandary

the sky stands there
in pure misery
watching us destroy it with every chore
we are its god

the sky stands there
and changes and changes
building natural disasters and hold ups for humans
it is our oppressor

the sky stands there
ready, waiting, and watching
defending us from meteors, space, and asphyxiation
it is our god

the sky stands there
and remains still
while it ponders the next move
playing chess

the sky
is A God
we, the humanoids
is A God

~Hate ambiguous weather. love Colorado

Love,
Digress.