When I look up the skies

My thought carries me when will I die

Not because it is sad but I’m just seeking

how beautiful it is

The feelings that I get when it reminds me of how child I once was

With that being said my only wish, please

god when I die let me live

Let me live these memories once again

and forgive me for that I have sinned

They say every soul main trait is pure

But all I see is how poisonous maturity is.