I lie on the ground,
With no one around.
Clouds drift by,
In the morning sky.
To be like a cloud,
That is something I have vowed.
I know it seems strange,
But my dream shall not change.
Clouds are free.
Something I wish to be.
To leave this nightmarish life.
To escape this strife.
Clouds feel no pain.
They are not bound to one lane.
They can change direction at will,
And there lives don't stand still.
To be like a cloud is my dream,
No matter how odd it may seem.