Bob The Builder…

May 31, 2010

Bob the builder…
Shielded his eyes,
As before and above him,
Pure white skies…

Fell, revealing…

Deep…

Black…

Night…

Then Bob the builder,
Had such a fright…

For when his hand let down,
He had no sight…

All he saw, were a million stars…
And all he felt were the wounds,
-Soon scars…

And all he knew, he knew, he knew…
And all he thought, was true, was true…
But isn’t the sky, “supposed” to be blue?

Isn’t the sky… supposed to be… blue?

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