each day the weather changes

clouds or sun or rain in the sky

a kalaidoscope of movements

so easy, why on earth cant I?

there's just the same old cloud

I seem to hold it by some string

it follows me like a stray puppy

in me, cumulo-nimbus is king

I'm caught in a flooded canyon

that black cloud fits like a lid

in my mind is stormy turmoil

dead list of thin...

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