The sky looks so enticing, yet I know
It lies to me about the world outside.
Too often have I seen that lovely glow
Only to feel the pain of light that lied.
I do not blame the sky - it's not aware
Of what I read into its burnished beams.
I simply blame myself for seeing there
A fond fulfillment of my warmest dreams.
Yet I will venture out, I know, to see
If this time is the time the light is true.
And who can tell? This once it just may be
To make me rethink what I thought I knew.
But on the off-chance that again I'm wrong,
I think I'll hedge and bring a coat along.
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