Silenced Symphony:Composure of Closure

When you change the way you look at things,the way things look change.

"Don't cry, blue skies."

So I choose to go outside, and leave the shadydaze behind

Closer to a clear view

Feel the braze passing through
dance to the leaves ruffled tune

Close my eyes to see clarity in this blankness most refuse

As I am the composure to my own closure

Sun rays sing and the ground beneath beats

I belt a smile to join a silenced symphony