Crowds and Clouds
White cotton in the sky,
Passing by like a phase
To my childhood I said goodbye
Nothing changed in the sky.
The world might go on down below,
But something else speaks for up above
Always on the go but it looks the same way,
although different we can't help but stare
The one constant it might seem
in this ever going extreme.
Provides comfort, provides peace
to all those who seek it and all those who see
One forms a turtle, another a lion
one forms an pizza, i hope it's hawaiian
All those people looking at the sky
All those clouds carrying goodbyes
Each of them holding on to a thought
It travels farther more from the lot
How different they might be?
Or do humans think the same?
I guess we'll never know because
The clouds will never say.
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