Behind Me
I've lived in a cloud for far too long,
with rain and hail and winds so strong.
I was so blind, I could not see,
the problem itself was imbedded in me.
I see the cloud now,
and it's gotten so huge.
Buts now it's behind me and I'm surrounded in blue.
I can see it in the rearview, so gray in hue.
Now I can't wait to start anew.
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