Gray

October 5, 2013

I am in indecisive cloud,

Traveling west when the wind blows east,

While my mind journeys north,

And my guts shower down,

So that I have no courage to fight the western wind,

Nor the strength to follow what people call my heart.

Need I remind them,

Clouds don't have hearts.

Forever people will look up and see

This cloud above

Between the moon and the sun,

Covering neither,

Because an indecisive mind vacillates

And hesitates,

While the heart suffers under the critical mind.

The people down below watch

With judging eyes and fingers crossed,

Waiting,

Hoping,

For that cloud in the gray

To move in front of the sun.

But still the gray cloud does neither.

Forever undecided.

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