Clouds

The sky was beautiful this morning.

I slept next to nothing.

So many things have gone wrong.

I’m watching the clouds moving.

I have to be a cloud, I have to move and change and learn and adapt.

The clouds are moving fast, I think my change will be slower.

But I have to make it or I’ll never move on.

I have to resist against the wind, learn from it and adapt, but impose my existence upon it.

If I thin myself out to accommodate it I’ll stop existing.

And if I do that, what will show the bright colours of the sky?