Clouds MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Reality sprints faster than my illusions

And the wind it creates as it passes

Knocks me down

On my heart

Can you give me a cloud?

Or can you reach out a hand

That connects to an arm I can climb

That will lead me to a cloud?

This disclaiming earth is not for me

And my wings are being re-aligned

So they share my incompetence

My social impotence

Nights of disconsolate dreams have the deceitful scent of roses

With rhythmically dripping blood people never see

So if you are celestial

And have some connections in the sky

Donate a cloud, cumulus nimbus if you have it

So I can speak my thunder

And release my tears

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