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
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
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