I thought I was going to be born
To be the sky.
But it turns out none of us can just
"Be the sky".
Some of us are the clouds,
And some of us are the airplanes,
And some of us are the stars,
And someone is the sun.

It's sad though,
Because I'm in love with a star,
And I'm not even an airplane.
I cannot even pretend I'm a star
When they turn out the lights.
I'm just a thin little cloud.
I can only get so close.
The best I will ever be able to do
Is get in it's way.

I don't have trust issues,
And I still advise you all:
Don’t get too attached to people,
For we are like water.
We can be calm,
Stagnant,
But we can also be wild, chaotic,
Dangerous,
Like a wave during a storm.
We are beautiful
But tragic and unpredictable,
And when you are least expecting it,
We might just disappear.