As I stare into the vast darkness of the night,
The gears of start to rotate in my mind..
Slowly intertwining with one another for one purpose.
Oh, how I wish my thoughts were as organized as these gears.
Thoughts of mine are distorted and
never finely placed or have to do with a time, date, or place.
More of the feelings that give my mind life,
And the ability to comprehend the emotions of my fellow man.
Yet, as I write this I stand with my feet firmly in the ground
A tree that will not be uprooted,
And my mind is not close to the earth or near any dirt
It is above the compounds of moisture in the air that are called "Clouds".
How unorganized my thoughts are and separated my being is,
But I remain with my feet on the ground and mind above the clouds.