Sitting here
Staring outside
Pondering upon
What I feel inside
The clouds drift along
One by one
Disappering quick,
a distant song.
But as I sit here
Watching them go by,
It is me I cannot see,
It is me that I cannot find.
All there is I can do
Is to sit here,
Starring outside
And wait for my heart
To come bobbing back inside.