Birds of a feather
Migrating to better weather
Through these clouds
Our hearts are tethered

Through storm and bliss
Landscapes,
seascapes
Perched wherever the sky scrapes

Gazing afar for where to fly next
But with this clip in my wing
Racing rats all around
Four walls are all I see now

Yet each time I accept my fate
I see the clouds move in heartache
Perched wherever the sky scrapes
I used the clouds as a staircase