Clouds...



Clouds of emotion flow in and out my dome. Sometimes I wish I could ride one through the sky and see God's home. I often contemplate life and my place in it. Wondering if all this pain is meant. Imagining life with bliss instead of strife. I see colors and energy, but can't see intent. I often run into like souls, but they never stay around. They float pass me in search of something else. Maybe because our souls are alike they don't seek me or care who I am. Endless thoughts invade my mind. Sometimes I wish they would leave me alone. How much can one person smoke? When the blunt's gone and the high wears off, they only come back to haunt me. I want a day with no thoughts, no tears, no judgement, no rumors, no petty ass niggas, no phone calls, no reality. I just wanna chill on a cloud.