Blue sky out there

Blue sky out there, saying, every little thing gonna be alright.

Saying, is the ozone hole over Europe yet? What was the projection for that?

Saying, what’s the half-life of caesium 137 again, 30 years?

Saying, iodine 131, eight days.

Saying, if life came from outer space once, what’s to stop it from coming again?

Saying, put on your sun screen, you get lesions from a 60 watt bulb.

Saying, you have to trust her. You have to sleep some time. You can trust her or lock her up. And you can’t lock her up.

Saying, be proud. The universe loves you. So love yourself. And be proud. Pride goeth before a fall is a bullshit excuse for staying small.

Saying, if you could get to the chewy God center of you, you’d kneel down in worship of your own self. Even a fly has that you think you don’t?

The sky is that scary sky blue like on a day you’d rather not go to school, but have to, but with some color near the horizon, leftover sunrise. It says, how many of these have we done? Thousands!

Saying, I’ll still be here when your epitaph is full of moss.

Saying, good morning to you!