White and gray and powder blue
Light and dark in different hues
A cool breeze passes, a balm in the heat
As I wonder how sadness can be beat
Staring up at the clouds up high
I can barely see a blue strip of the sky
Too choked up with shapeless cottonlike masses
Blocking out most of the sun's flashes
Its calming and sad looking at the view
Replaying in my head everything I knew
What I could change and what I could not
The decisions that I should've made and should have not
It's depressing, I know, to think of these
But I can't help it as I stare into this gray abyss
With the light subdued by a wall of gray
You can't really blame me for thinking this way
Of the way that there's no black and white, not really
Of the way we can all float through, but barely
Of whispering winds through the day and night
Of how it billows us into an undirected flight
I see this sea of endless sky and realize I'm but a speck
An insignificant part of the universe's brilliant deck
Cards can be dealt but not all are useful
And hoping that it is can truly make you a fool
How wondrous it is this simple acceptance
That we don't matter, surely nothing of significance
And in this we can finally be free of expectations
To pursue, to grow, to be successful in our actions
Ain't it toxic how we expect so much from life
Entitled humans were particularly rife
Such a novelty, being alive is
Problems be there but man's amazing stubbornness is bliss
The clouds and sky be damned for bleakness
I'm in my element here, embracing my weakness
I know how small my worth is here
And I'll use that to keep my mind and heart clear
Lose my confidence, exchange it for sympathy
Like how the sky turns its color, a simple triviality
I'd rather face the hard truth than enjoy a destructive lie
It'll serve me well, I know, up to the day I die
Watching the sky settle from bleak gray to tinged with orange
I take a picture with my mind and let it hide in my storage
Slowly it dresses itself in deep blue peppered with scattered stars
And I think of how meaning is life's greatest farce
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Poems By A Lonely Cloud
PoesíaJust poems. For my project. At least at first. Now its poems, an outlet for my thoughts and feelings at the current time. Thought its utterly confusing, I understand what im writing and I see myself grow through this. How I mature. Although im still...
