Until the Sky Cracks
by Michael Doyle
I get the fact
That it's not an act
While the sun still glows
Your pessimism grows
Until the sky cracks
Along the back tracks
That play like yesterday
And its charades along the way
It sounds like something
We had decided was nothing
Brought up again as fear
Of what we'd find there
And you can't let it go
Knowing as you think you know
Passive aggressively holding on
Like melancholy played until gone
And you won't let it go
Clinging like a dog to its bone
Pretending to know what you can't know
It would be better if you left it alone
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