I still sit here pondering to myself,
I do it time to time this state of mind.
I look up to see the wonderous clouds.
Here, I have the time to sit and unwind.
Yet, staring above soothes my inner soul,
A heavely place where I can be free.
Why can't I be free, just as the clouds are?
Clouds...silently hovering over me.
But no, I'm here imprisoned, but tranquil.
Sitting here without a care in this world,
Regaining all my thoughts, a place for that.
Lying here watching clouds begin to whirl.
The solace and solitude that I feel,
Comes from my infatuation above.