The Big Depressi

Beyond The Clouds

Valleys of golden clouds

Lie along the horizon

With the sun sinking beneath them

Creating a glimpse

Of utter bliss

Away from;

The greedy hands of man

Or the harsh grip of hunger

The subtle pull of sleep

And the overbearing crush of standards

Just away

Away from it all

No ties to;

Hold you down

Or pull you up

Not even to tug you from side to side

We could be free

There in the clouds

Would it be selfish?

The thought doesn't come to mind

As the golden light soaks my irises

And clouds cradle my tired limbs