The sun sits bright where she lies telling story and story about her skies. those blue skies ? a soft sadness sad a soft madness mad somehow I see her sometimes traveling foot and hoof wander wander wonder happiness rains more than not when that sad voice rains on them don't be troubled don't be s u d d e n l y s u l l e n ly it all seems clear to the one you knew you wanted to the one you threw away not me of course but you or wait. I meant me no I meant you. me you you her you me you her me you those blue skies again why are they so blue ? are they blue ? who is blue ? skin sink sunk.