Getting Lost in Clouds
I sit by the window
Looking at the sky
The floor beneath me grumbles
And people say goodbye.
Soon, I start moving
With the clouds above.
Their beauty so ethereal
Such a sight, I might fall in love.
A wish forms inside of me
To fly and to be set free
To feel the dewy
Clouds on my cheeks
And get lost for hours
And days and weeks.