I sleep upon these clouds, so high.
I'm not willing to come down, and why?
Well, for one, thing the world is so cruel today,
All I want to do is relax my whole day away.
Why must I, to the worlds tune bend?
Why must I have to make these people "friends"?
Why must I be encumbered with there hate?
Why must I? Because it is your fate?
I sleep upon this cloud not willing to wake,
I shall lie here until someone comes who can relate.
I will not move, for this worlds' fate to be death,
Death in which I would like to cheat.
So I sleep here upon this cloud so high,
Just day dreaming about the sky.
 Poetic_Indulgence · Fri Sep 12, 2008 @ 11:30am · 0 Comments |
