Where To Look? Poem by Chris Noir

Realitys good if you know where to look
It sounds like old movie moral cliche
Once that it bends you dare not pretend,
Dreams become real and take you away,

Once that you try, to live and to fly,
You learn? to separate is not a real choice
To see is to make to make is to brake,
And say you're awake if you still have a voice.

To see the sky by day and by night
Quite the extreme opposite shades,
But once the clouds form in eve of a storm,
Day and night look just uncomfortably? same.

Regret can sting like no other thing,
the key to be sincere at all
The punishment comes from inside of us
For things we think are worth punishing for.

So sour and sweet come in same treat,
and both kick the mind out of the gray
and stray roads lead to just what? you need,
And something you want, might show long the way.

Slippery slopes don't work at all,
As long as the land is completely flat,
And frequently walls are not walls at all,
But doors to those who wish them to be that,

And none can pass through a wall of glass
but can see perfectly the other side
Whilst concrete walls that have a door
Leave an? element of surprise.

In every dream, a glimpse you might see,
something important you don't control
As time goes by to stay a child
is a greatest gift, as far as gifts go,

A mind of a child a tear in the eye,
joy is but a break from woe,
and the sliding stairs that take you nowhere,
Dont lead you to places they did before.

And at the end, the way we went
was a journey but also a race
And as we turn, the years quickly burn,
And all, save you, stayed the same place