Cloudy

Life is like a cloud –

At times it’s light and comfortable, beautiful in all ways

And sunlight can stream through

But it can be dark and dense, like a thick fog

You can’t see the other side

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Then you need to let go, cry with the sky

Afterwards, the shadows are gone

But what happens when there are too many clouds?

What happens when everybody need a shoulder to lean on

And you don’t have one for yourself?

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Lost and confused, you’re one in millions

Then, all you can do is ride out the storm

Wait for the end

Until then, just let the rain fall and the winds blow

Final words: GET OVER IT.

forestpsych