Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Poetry in the Clouds


You always hear about people soaring above the clouds. The problem is no one actually does it. No matter how much they like how their life is, they still can't fly. Many people like to act like they can fly. It makes those who are honest feel worse about themselves.

I watch life fly by my window
I see my reflection staring back at me
But thats all it is, a reflection

I watch as others soar high above the clouds
I look at my own clipped wings
I wonder what tomorrow will bring

1 comment:

Sam said...

You are an amazing writer.

End of story.