The silhouettes of flying clouds
Remind me of forgotten tales,
The memories of broken vows
And loud random passing trains.

And where do they flow today?
Forgetting sense of time and purpose.
Or is it that they run away?
From current state of common chaos.

Fly away, oh, fly away.
But your shadows will remain,
Always showing me the way
Under sunshine or in rain.

And at horizon delivered
twilight,
I see white clouds coming back.
At times when it's neither day
nor night.
Enshrouding my floating being
With light.