Fifty Clouds · 2:43am Mar 7th, 2016
Fifty Clouds
Standing in clouds of different shapes
In the end they are all the same
and in the fifty clouds I swear I heard
something telling me whats not there
What were we to look for?
the fluffy white mess
holding us together in the air
In the end we were cold
wet and shivering
The clouds seemed solid and promising
We wanted to see the world for its taking
and in each cloud I would fall fifty times
protecting its meaning