Minds in the Clouds
I am Dreamer.
A person who looks up in the sky and sees
all the different possibilities there are.
People have wanted to touch their own cloud.
To reach it by their own means of transportation
Everyone has his or her own plane to fly
But it's up to pilot to manage it himself.
There will be obstacles, of coarse
Every plane has its own faults
And with every flight comes new conflicts
Which every pilot has to go through
"Practice flying to your cloud!
Listen to your commanding officers!
Pay attention to your faults and
IMPROVE!"
My mind never stops yelling at me.
I know one day. I'll reach me cloud.
I have the strength and capacity
But so much more to learn.
I am my own Pilot.
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