Cloud
Sometimes I feel like a cloud It appears solid but is formless in reality Forever drifting and never settling Sometimes I feel that I am not of this world I just observe others living their lives I want to float like a cloud being blown by the wind against the light blue canopy Light and free Leaving behind all of the worries and anxiety Nothing seems to matter anymore When I look at the gentleness above Every piece is unique Every bit is irreplaceable Like you and me