When I'm alone,
I stare at the clouds.
They look so happy,
Fluffy and white and smiling.
But I wonder if,
On the inside,
They're just searching.
Searching for their true shape
As they float by,
And not the one
People name for them.
Kind of like me.
I stare at the clouds.
They look so happy,
Fluffy and white and smiling.
But I wonder if,
On the inside,
They're just searching.
Searching for their true shape
As they float by,
And not the one
People name for them.
Kind of like me.
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