Chasing Wind

People are like clouds.

So hopeful to see the world,

and what is has to offer.

But after time,

you get broken down.

You get whisped away

into a million pieces.

No one remembers you

and how you originally appeared.

You become distant from those,

you never thought you would.

Everyone goes thier seperate ways.

Maybe you'll see them again,

or maybe they're gone forever.