unsent draft messages

Don’t hold passing clouds to account

You only see what you want to see

Only when you thought ‘to be’

Did they become what they ought to be,

Ought for you alone though,

Wrought through thoughts you sought to see

Caught up in your overwrought thoughts,

The distraught cloud pleads,

“Please! Oh please! Just let me be!

I did not seek your sky,

It was just the wind that carried me

It’s time to let me go now

Please, oh please, just set me free!

To be must end with not to be…”