8/28/11
Floating on top of the air
as if I'm not really there
the breeze flows so freely through me.
I constantly follow the wind
but sometimes I wanna go my own way
and do my own thing.
I have a love-hate relationship with the world
some days I'm invisible
and some days I am as gray as the bottom of the ocean.
I always get stared at
and sometimes made fun of
but its all apart about being a cloud.
Just sitting on top of the air
following the wind
everyday of my passing life...
I'm just a mist of gas
peaceful...
oh how I love being a cloud
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