I am a cloud of deception.
I am like a child playing with fire.
I resemble in body a gust of wind; striking as I pass by.
I resemble in spirit a freezing blizzard; cold and unforgiving.
I imagine that the shadows will soon reveal themselves.
I care for the beams that hold up the bridges I walk over.
I am a cloud of deception.
I will be a classic crime in modern society.
I can weather down any mountain in my path.
I cannot be a prisoner in my own imagination.
I am a cloud of deception.
I want to know the purpose of living.
I have heard others say that they want to give up.
I often say it'll all be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.
I guess the wind's direction will change in time.
I know there's a reason for everything.
I regret the storms in which I have given lighting.
I am a cloud of deception.