Clouds~

Clouds;
Soft and gentle looking things in the sky.
They are constantly moving,
Up high in the sky they float.
Contrasting with a blanket of azure,
The clouds are always seen.
On occasion they'd disappear or blend into the sky,
Turning it a shade of dark grey.
But they'd always return,
And continue to cover the heavens.

I wish i was a cloud,
That way i'd always be moving somewhere,
Instead of being stuck in one place.
Never moving,
Never changing,
Caught up with the same thing.
If i were a cloud,
I wouldn't have a care in the world.
Because i know i'm high up where i can't be reached,
And i'd be always moving on,
Moving forward,
Leaving behind my once upon a time.

I gaze up at the sky,
Admiring the clouds which float there.
But the sky seems different today,
The clouds have stopped moving.
It feels likes the world has come to a stop,
Time froze,
Life was on hold.
And to think the one thing i knew would always be moving has ceased.
Now the clouds stand still,
Not moving an inch forward,
Nor an inch back.
But stuck in its own tracks.

Irony.
I wished to be a cloud,
But who knew the cloud became what i am now.
Something that will never be able to move past the bad,
Move past my problems,
Move past the good times,
Move on.

I stare at the clouds,
Hoping to find even the slightest movement.
I do not.
I let out a laugh much like a sigh.
The clouds are no longer something i look up to,
Instead the clouds look down on me.
A lowly human life who can't handle her own destiny.
And just like that.
Me and the clouds stay put where we are...
Never moving...
Never changing...
Like this we linger...