More than a Sky

Sometimes I think I think too much That maybe I don’t need to worry so often. But if I didn’t, Would there be any human left in me? People pass me by, Moving like machines No tears, just laughter that feels too sharp, Like they’re dodging something deeper. I hope they’ve cried Even once, Looking at the sky not just for its color, But for its meaning. To see it like it’s the last time, To feel the weight of it. To think deeply. To spread love like it’s the only thing that matters