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Within The Clouds


No mind is without a moment of absent from reality,

they’ve all been to a world of wonder and endless capability

These ideas are forged within the clouds up high,

fortunate ones might catch a glimpse of a youngster running by.

You might hear his laugher or even his cries of ire,

for his passion for thought is always an eternal fire.

He’s the embodiment of inspiration and imagination

but just like any other child, he can become rather impatient.

His smile and happiness brings the clouds of white,

while his headaches and cries carry the stormy nights.

He is the creator of “what if” and “what could”,

questions never meaning to be bad nor good.

While we might see him as intelligence on the run,

he’s just in his playground having too much fun.

When tomorrow comes and your mind is left astray,

worry not for he does this every day.

So, the next time your mind is enshroud,

 Remember who lies within the clouds.

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