Clouds in the sky, come and go.
Passing through, sort of like how life does
When you don't realize it…
Like a brand new Audi, that was totaled a day later.
One day it's there, the next it’s gone.
“Wake up! Get your head out of the clouds!”, they say
But they don’t realize that I cant.
Because the clouds are scattered,
In every which way, like marbles out of a bag
But more begin to form a storm
And rains, pouring one’s emotions
From sadness to joy,
Negligence to vigilance,
Selfishness to selflessness
Then nothing…
Nothing, but a clear sky.
A clear mind, a goal that can be achieved...
A purpose for both you and I.
To continue to watch the clouds
Past on by…

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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