Cloud
I am a cloud
Now you probably think I’m joking
Or a kid who has dreams of flying with nothing holding me down
No
I am a cloud
But not the nice kind
I don’t float freely in the sky
I am a cloud that’s chained to the ground
No I’m not fog
Nor am I actually a cloud
Just a kid
I hold a cloud
In my band
It weighs me down
Like the challenges I face
I want to be like a cloud in the sky
Or even the fog on the ground
Only because
They are free
Free to do as they wish
My cloud it chains me to the ground
Why couldn’t it be real
And allow me to float free in the sky
I am a cloud
Not the free kind
But a cloud
Not a real one
Just a prop
Barley noticed on a field of performers
I’m a cloud
Who doesn’t float free
Bowie High School
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