The heavy clouds they taunt us
by gathering rain and dust
how dare they float
right along
while down
on Earth,
we rust.
The storm out here is coming
all along we know this truth
there is nothing left to do
we struggle towards
search for,
a use.
I hear those damn clouds laughing
tears streaming down their face
but I will not yield to them
even lightning bolts
even storm clouds,
break.
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