I look up at the sky,
and create pretty pictures
all in my mind.

The clouds are all
crowding,
fighting for space.

Each trying to be unique.
They push,
until they form an image.

Maybee it's all in my mind,
but sometimes,
I see oh so many things.

Things that bring memories,
both horrific and enjoyable.
I think I like it.

Oh look!
There goes a house;
A pretty little house with a huge yard.

I always wanted to live in one. . .
WAIT!
There goes a heart!

I used to have one,
but I lost it somewhere.
Aww, the heart is gone...

Ok, so maybe I have issues,
and I may be insane,
but it gets me by.

We're all like clouds
if you think about it.
I'll tell you.

We all fight for space,
to stand out,
and be the best.

We all have something
special
about our shapes.

We float along
a blue river --
Life.

We appear out of
nowhere,
sometimes.

But most interesting of all,
we all disappear
at some point.

Maybe I'm crazy,
but clouds are like us,
so believe it.