As these clouds float above me,
I too soar in thought with them.
I think of where they travel in their vast sea,
Floating aimlessly with that golden gem.
I ponder how tetherless, free are they,
Only carried by the wind in their ocean.
But aren't we like them in our own way,
Taken by our life's random motion?
Like them, we only exist to exist,
We're all unique, we cry and storm too.
Some are just gone, and are never missed.
But always a new cloud floats by the view.
Am I a cloud or a man?
Am I awake or asleep, dreaming a sea I once flew?
Here, all are true, and not. With no plan,
I fly free through a vastness of blue.
-J
