The Second Boss

The clouds are grey
In the fields I lay
Looking into the sky
Wanting to fly
On the clouds I rest my head
In the sky I float no rather tread
Staying afloat over the ground
Looking at all I have found
The trees have begun to turn
As my stomach begins to churn
UP so high I feel in a daze
As I continually raise
The sky is my home and the clouds are my bed
In the heat my skin begins to shed
Let the world just go
Feel good from head – toe.
I cant explain how it feels to be so high
As I keep going up it gets more and more dry
Below small children playing a game
Very active while im so tame
Letting time continue to past
My dreams are all that last.