I am right, i am wrong
Why, though? why my fault?
I wonder as i look at sky:
Is it my life? Is it mine?
My love or my hate–
What difference does it make?
As i live day by day,
I can see me going away.
As i look at sky,
I wonder if it’s day or night.
Is it blue or is it gray?
Why–that is hard to say.
Is it sunny or is it rainy?
I can’t tell the difference any.
What lies above the sky?
Care to tell, oh mind of mine?
Am I on the ground or the cloud?
Why the wind is so loud?
Is it the sea or the river?
I don’t know, so I quiver.
I heard the river is close by–
Does it start or end in sky?
Care to tell, oh mind of mine?
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