I’ve always wanted to live in the clouds
secluded, far away from hurtful crowds
To look down and watch the people below,
they’d never see, they’d never know.
It would be like I didn’t exist,
unseen, unknown as the myth of a wisp.
I’d never feel the pain they bring,
never be subjected to a hurtful thing.
If I were a cloud, I would not cry.
Rain would not fall; earth would be dry.
Grief and hurt would not darken my mood.
I’d float away from the rude and the crude.
On land there is manmade mud and sludge,
through which names are dragged by those who judge
In the sky there is sun and birds and air.
I happily fly all alone up there.
Earth is a tarp, a sunless cage,
where flying creatures must stay
The iron bars have been shut on me
Yet my mind and heart are set free
On a white pillow I fly away,
carried by the brisk breeze of the day,
warmed by a bright, yellow sun ray.
In the clouds above the beast I’ll stay.