that cloud,
  right there.

the one
that always
drifts away
  from others
and their
  mundane
    colors and
rituals.

that cloud
  right there
doesn't mimic
  the tired old
zombietic lines;

merry Christmas
happy birthday
happy new year
blah blah blah
and blaaaaah.

why?
  
right there,
   that cloud
is not a zombie.

it's beyond
  bored of
triviality and
  predictability.

  the more
that cloud,
  right there,

exists in
the sky,

   the more that
it wants to
   drift away from
the ones that
  all look the same.

i don't wish to
  cover up
the warmth
   of the sun but,

then again,
  i don't ever
get a chance to
   because....

the clouds that
  all look and
sound the same,
have blocked
  the sun from
shining on me
  for my entire
existence.

  that cloud,
right there?

 it holds
    torrential
rains...

it holds a
     billowing
   storm
  with his name.

hopefully,
  it won't downpour
years of thunder
  and lightning
over you.

that cloud,
  right there
is me.

that one cloud
   in an otherwise
cloudless sky.