Steam fills the sky

Cloudy stars

It’s the only thing I see.

Patterns

People who are just the same.

But each star in this unfamiliar sky has different steel sided tips

In the dark you see so much more

In the light you won’t notice anything

I will hide it.

I want to tell you my sharp edges of the story.

Let me wade. Through this story.

But through eyes of truth, you see a bit more tinted.

I want you to relate, to know I am not the only one with a bit of a ragged edge hiding behind my shine