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…”
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