My head's always in the clouds
Reminiscing on events of the past
I always seem to get lost in the crowds
My decisions were never made to last
Time is a concept we all accept and believe
It's not part of reality, just another lie we preach
How much time is wasted before it's our time to leave
We set ourselves many goals which are impossible for us to reach
Lovers and jobs, happiness and friends
Are the things we have if we're lucky and rich
But one day all that will come to a tragic end
Most of us will end up in a six-foot deep ditch
The clouds are merely water vapour flying through the sky
They're opacity is dependant on their density
We become clouds when we eventually die
Leaving everything we know in this beautiful city
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Book of Poems
PoetryPoems that I write whenever I feel like it, they tend to be rather melancholy and thought-provoking but if you enjoy that sort of thing then feel free to read them. There may be the odd one that is not sad but I hope you still find them entertaining.
