Think !

Why does the sky turn gray?
It does bring on a depressive note to an attractive day.
Why does my mind include nothing in the contents of my thoughts?
For when I draw together my rememberings I find battles once fought.
Intriguing as it may be I still feel lost.
An orchestrated barrage of noises, my ears will they threaten to cost.
Filling my brain with ready known things.
Interestingly strong senses through my body sing.
I increase the delectable tones to block freakish knowledge.
Remembering legends of men long since dead whom in one flag did they pledge.
State the impossible in the hopes that there may be one hope of reality.
Giving credit to a man called Jules we must allow imagining to run free and smooth.
This Jules imaginings were not just tossed away, they were proven, they were made true.
Flying through a canyon of remembrances once thought in-credible, I have been stopped.
My rememberings fail to continue due to lack of a longer life; my wings have been cropped.
Creating hellish warmth in my moving box, a heating device at my feet has been placed.
With out recognition I view one delectable amount of matter and allow myself a taste.