I am just a cloud, compelled to be with others,
Due to the wind, which with all its strength pushes me,
But I keep my thoughts to myself, they're wonders,
I will not serve rain to the one who smothered me.
Of course, foreign clouds built my personality,
'cause they sent me drops, but this threatens my free will,
Therefore, as early as I can, brutally,
I turn up the heat, dispersing us without skill.
Far to be noctilucent, I do nothing for,
I am myself just with those who are close to me.
The superego can shield one from injury,
But too much pronounced it's not friendly anymore.
Like a pearly cloud, I am above my comrades,
With the meaning of always having my head in the stars,
I have been aiming for one of them, for decades,
But am I too small for all varieties of wars?
